I don’t dance in your beer 
commercials 
Our men are the villains in your Netflix
trailers

You’ve never read a book by an Arab
author 

An angsty Beta in his pleasure seeking 
stupor 

Am your useful
cliche 

hating me gets you 
cachet 

High tech murder gets your 
sympathy 

we easy scapegoats don’t get your 
empathy 

you use my death as a
tool 

to appear no 
fool 

you go online and scream your 
views 

and never put in your
dues 

ignorant of our vast cultural 
heritage 

only injecting your mind with the black and white
syringe 

We wear backpacks full of school 
books 

No suicide belts for sale in our
souks 

I am not your biggest 
fear 

it’s that you’re too simple
for anyone to hear 

we are under bombs 
and yet it’s your culture heading for the

catacombs 

Anah Farah, symbol of willfully misunderstood Arabs, Gaza Strip, February 2024