That Middle Eastern Woman
You asked me what life is like
as a Middle Eastern woman.
I tell you I don't know.
I don't know if I have ever known.
I don't know that I will ever know.
Because most of this life I did not choose her
and refused to disclose her name.
Most of this life I concealed her
lightened her bronze skin
rosed her maple cheeks just to blend in.
Most of this life I pretended she was white
highlighted her midnight curls
painted over her roots with red, white, and blue
Most of this life I did not accept her
because you did not accept her
and they still don't accept her
because different is still inferior in 2017.
Most of this life I did not know her
because I was afraid to know her
so we became enemies since the day I was born.
And so I tell you.
I don't know.
I don't know if I have ever known
I don't know if I will ever know
What it means to be a
Middle Eastern woman.
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