I went to my therapist to say that I’m queer
She said she deals with Muslim men and their homosexual desires
And I said ‘little boys’ —
On a tv show, “Darling, I don’t care
If you acquire a taste for young boys
when we’re older I’ll still love you!”
She said we’ve got something for you in East London and he said
He worships his sisters platonically
And I said you’re pussy too
And they said it’s natural for men to dominate us
And the Prophet said don’t stare into young boy’s eyes
They’re more seductive than the heavenly consorts
And God said sodomy is a sin
And I said you’re pussy too
In our houses we wear scarves around our necks
With each long end covering our chests so that
When our uncles or fathers or brothers
Look at us, they won’t rape us.
Pussy is passive
A warm embrace
When they had sex, these two older women,
They went around the house looking for things to put in her pussy
Socks, rulers, papers, ornaments, trinkets, small things.
Pussy stretches to make a home for them.
Pussy feels full. She washes them clean with her honey.
They kiss goodbye, put everything back, and go home to their husbands.