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
