Hardwood Floor Servant

Everyone looks ugly on a hardwood floor after nights of sleeping without lighting.

Every woman's hair get's messed and tossed when they walk in the rain without a hijab.

And that's why the Muslims fight wars for their girls.

And that's why I opened up my mouth full of sores,

and I begged for release from their jail on the beach,

and I begged not to be their only Western servant on a hardwood floor,

scraping up splinters tacked to the door.

But I am a Westerner.