My only sins

My only sins are big,  so Judge M. crucified us 

18 August 2010 

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I don’t drink alcohol, I never took a drug 

I don’t even smoke 

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 But I’m Indian, Arab, Muslim, despicable bug 

 This makes him choke 

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I also am, alas, a woman with a mind so snug

Loud and bespoke

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That can never deserve you a cuddle, a hug

A woman to cloak

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 He thinks in Dubai we sweat, live on a lil’ rug 

 Such a sad bloke 

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 The thought of loving us is like eating a slug 

 His mind does provoke 

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 Looking at me, he can only hate my sad mug 

 His eyes I poke 

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 The sorrow in which this cloaked, ugly humbug 

 Made my kids, me, soak 

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 The only thing he knows he can do, smug 

 Is take my yoke 

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 Broken egg, into my insides, he delved, dug 

 Justice? A joke! 

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 With strength, love, hope, faith, I fill me a jug 

 I still invoke 

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 The lost justice that this sleek and cloaked thug 

 In me broke