Monday, March 4, 2013

I Spit On You, Bitch!

United States of America, 2014

One in five of every one of those young women 
who is dropped off for that first day of school,
before they finish school, will be assaulted 
in her college years.
                              Joe Biden, Vice President, US

I play it nice first.
She gives me her trust
and I know how to break her spirit.
I take her out for a date night.
At midnight, I add a few drugs in sangria. 
She asks me to take her home.
I become a demon and she is my slave.
Spit on you, bitch!

Swat Valley, Pakistan, 2012

I want every girl, every child to be educated.
                                            Malala Yousafzai

I proudly declare fatwa against women's education;
neither can they leave their homes alone.
How dare a fifteen years old dishonor my diktat?
Your brain-washing others deserve torturous demise.
We need to clean you up and your schools.
We need to bring back the will of Allah.
We shoot you; if you survive, we will burn you.
Spit on you, bitch! 

New Delhi, India, 2012

They are dented and painted women

chasing two minutes of fame, giving interviews on TV.
                 Abhijit Mukherjee, Son of the President of India

I prey on young girls at late night,
waiting inside a SUV or a bus, driving in the city light.
My friends and I glorify her relentlessly till dawn.
Then, we throw her conquered body by the roadside,
where filth of civilization flourishes.
We will celebrate our culture tonight.
Spit on you, bitch!

Tahrir Square, Egypt, 2011

Women who join protests are asking to get raped.
                  Ahmed Mahmoud Abdulla, Egyptian Salafi Preacher

As Arab spring hits Cairo,
I see more and more women marching and shouting in unison,
"the people wants to bring down the regime."
My blood boils over the smells of tear gas,
I grope her in the dark corner of revolution.
I force her to naked; next, I dance over her body.
Women, you are just slaves.
Spit on you, bitch!        

Galway, Ireland, 2012


Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.
                                              Jeremiah 1:5

Wipe off those tears.
What have you said?
You will die? You better die.
Damn you for asking for abortion.
I am the state that protects the sanctity of life.
I am the caretaker of the unborn at your cost.
As if those tears will save you.
Spit on you, bitch!

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