Mommy,
Why am I left alone?
No home in the land we strove
To fit into a culture made by men.
We tried to get by
In a land they designed
where submission is sublime;
Anything otherwise,
Death;
Honor killings,
And the vultures dine.
I lay in your outline,
On your gravesite,
Inside your womb
Where I cry.
Day by day I die
— The light no longer shines.
Mommy, why?
Your only crime
Was that you tried,
Living your life
Loving me.
Mommy,
The day you died
I crawled up inside
And died.
Now, upon your gravesite,
I will lie.
