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This poem is about my experience with ethnic women who migrated to a foreign country after having forcefully contracted matrimony with a man from their country who cooperates with his family in abusing and maltreating his beautiful bride.
I love culture and I love the difference. What I do not support is when culture becomes a tool for control and patriarchy legitimizing torture of the spirit and soul. This is cruel and inhuman. This poem is for all men who through their desire for superiority manifest their utter inferiority. It is for these women who are fighting the cruelties inflicted upon them. You are the mothers of my heart. Thank you for sharing this beautiful experience with me. Love is the only truth. Love always wins.


Beautiful women crying a river
is bitter and there ain’t no vanilla
causing a filler
for mother Camilla.

You proclaim virginity and that’s not infinity.
It’s absurdity. Don’t forget your act of adultery!

Everything is about the pill
I don’t want to kill
How can you pay the bill after you destroy my will?
I fill
my life with light
and there is no space for pride.
Everything is a delight
that’s my fight!

There is no quest
I get out of your nest
for the best
and I profess that you are a follower of the system
and you’ll be killed by this system
which colonized people with a luggage of evil.
This is illegal!
They sent missioners to India
and destroyed the Inker.

Christianity defines your individuality
and you reject your spirituality!

I see women lost in patriarchal religiosity
brainwashed and extirpated from their majesty!
They are the almighty!
They are true wisdom
but you scare them with your ‘fist dom’.
You burn them alive and tell them lies.
You are like a fly who cannot see the sky
because that’s where they cry!
Eat your pie!
And die.

You know about our power
that’s why you are not a flower.
Rinse yourself in the shower and eliminate your dirt.
That ain’t a flirt!
I’ll walk without my skirt.
And rebel!

This is my fight
for the missing light of the night
what you bring is nothing but gloom and no moon
and it’s not even noon.

A woman gives life to a ‘self’
and tidies up the shelf
She ain’t your serf.

She prepares your meal
what you don’t even feel
and that’s why you can’t heal.
That’s only half of the point
since you are not even joint.

You cannot confess and play chess
with your mess
You cannot impress!
Your wife is your guest.
Don’t think she’s replacing your mother
cuz she don’t bother.
This is idiotic
and her eyes ain’t myopic.

Your game is a flame.
Don’t even blame cuz you are a shame
that’s why you got no name!

Your philosophy ain’t realistic and it’s not even a characteristic.
It is all about mystic
which is all intrinsic.
The truth is inside and you are outside.

To hell with your philosophy
which is all about conformity
to a system of fake religiosity
where the Pope is a ‘nope’
and your guru doesn’t speak Urdu.

Power is of the flower.
Without us you are fuss
stop all that buzz!
You are making unnecessary noise
and you forgot that we got choice.

What you do with your kids
is nothing but a fix.
Clean yourself up
Maybe then there will be a follow-up.
You need to purify your soul
to feel the whole.
Or you’ll be an ass hole without a goal.

Our home is not your dome
knowing your confusion
is the contribution of your infusion.
No reflexion without a resurrection.
Again they cry because you deny.
Without a crown you can’t have a throne.
Prosecuted and imputed!
Your actions are culturally and humanly unacceptable
which makes you not flexible nor intellectual.
Please don’t measure
It ain’t no leisure.
It’s not a pleasure
to see men without dignity
seeking their purity in the ocean of insecurity.
What you see as a relationship
is nothing but a ‘labelship’ without companionship.

Aggression is your profession
That’s not a concession.

You want to relate
how can you without a debate?
That’s too late, ‘cuz you are nothing but ache
plus you are fake.
That’s why you can’t see the lake.
You never bake a cake
now you know why she don’t shake.

Here is the veil
now, why are you pale?
She’s loving the fact that you don’t even act.
What a lack.
It doesn’t make sense
so drop your defence!
Your behaviour is not normal
so why are you being formal?

Infected by alopecia
you ain’t an encyclopaedia.
Go back to Indonesia!

Go back to your mummy
that’s the only place you can be funny!
Stop hollering at the widow
who’s crying on your pillow.

Your wife is not your slave so please withdraw her from your case!
Outside you play the man
Inside you loose the game.
Your manhood is connected to your childhood
Go back to the wood
and follow your foot
and be good.

Inshallah without Allah
There is no nikah!
Everything is bla bla bla
Beautiful women dressed in a saree
smiling innocently
accused incorrectly.
The nikah – oh la la.
Is the only permission from Allah
after which they pray inshallah.

Fornication is part of the nation
and imagination condemnation?
What an accusation!

Your tradition is just a repetition
of patriarchy and monarchy
and we know they key!
So, let’s ski!

Mainstream is the extreme
of a theme
which I am not keen.
I say “talak” which in my language means ‘fuck’.
Our intellectual rights are above your presidential fights.

Obedience is not the right ingredient
we don’t want to be recipients of your convenience

Stand up and be a man
or I’ll be not your fan!

Poetic Lyric