My mother held the Qur’an,
Condemning me to hell,
My father wore saffron,
Nowhere to be found,
Religious zealot,
With such a closed mind,
Criminal derelict,
Lacks the holy and divine,
Rebuke social deviance,
Perhaps conformity is wrong,
Mens rea to actus reus,
Behind bars for so long,
A hijab I do not wear,
Nor do I commit torts,
I am greater,
Than the sum of their parts
I love it! This an awsome poetry
Brought tears to my eyes n chills down my spine
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Thank you, Ana! 😘
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