between the rich muslim
the poorest of the poor
muslim a huge divide
god also is on the rich
mans side..down the
abyss the muslim
slides her pain i
captured her veil
could not hide ..
slit open wide ..
was she born to
grovel beg as
muslims built
madrsas masjids
took the poor for
a ride .silently her
pain her fear her
dark future confronted
me outside married
at an early age forsaken
forever the day she was
born her god had died
