The first night he came back
Sweaty, in a mood and trembling
I thought nothing of it. He’s a
But then it persisted these, let us
I suspected a woman at first.
It was worse.
He began talking about his love
I thought O dear, here we go:
I was a businesswoman, you
With a camel run to Syria
And there he was,
About to piss it all away by
Dallying with a man and talking
How I wish it was a man now.
The trouble that would have saved
Who is this Allah that has invaded
Taken my man away from me?
I’m patient. I humor him,
Wipe his brow after every
It’s love that makes me hold my
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