Allah Akhbar, Boy Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

Too many
conflicts, fights
arguments and
bad words,
always the same
'you create problems,
and pose problems
for me as well,
and you are jealous
and you are untrue,
and these are the
words, I say to you,
why did I bother to come
to this place?
My opinions
are the facts of life,
your problem is
you are a childish woman.
You never understand
what I say, girl.
You never laugh,
at the right jokes,
you never do the right things,
what's more,
you're american
Oh let me tell a fact,
you, girl, are so gross.

Oh boy,
I am getting old now
I don't have the will
or strength to stand a man
who thinks I am
unacceptable,
who contemplates me
as being less than a dog,
I would rather be a dog,
than a girl, if you must know.
So I think maybe
my bathrobe's silk tie,
or maybe a fan with
peach blossoms on it,
from a stone flour,
Some small capsuls,
made from I don't know what
will solve problems, solve me.
My dogs are dead, and
I care little anymore.
That's all there is too it.
Allah Akhbar.