Slapped Hard

Two pretty and young girls came up and landed
An uncalled slap across my face
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Heaven has no place for a woman drugged
The words tumbled off from her
Trying to fathom what was being done to me
Trying to decipher what had gotten into her
Could do neither of it in that state of bewilderment she had taken me to
In one cold swipe, she had mocked everything I had stood for
Completely belying what I thought my generation stood for
A bloody and degrading label was readily applied onto all those who she was not
On all those who didn’t eat the way she did,
On all those who didn’t feel the way she did,
On all those who didn’t live the way she did,
On all “those” Muslims
She spat venom injected into her by the world, by the infallible society
Apparently the entire monolith of the community was the devils incarnation
Her words were Amoral and Immoral
Paying scant regard to truth or life, history or facts
She went on as I, non-pulsed, sat there being slapped of my existence
I uttered, “Nah, it ain’t so” trying to break away from an unfamiliar hold
“It is very much so”, she said in defiant voice and tone and flicked her tresses
And returned back to her drugged existence
Seeing through the glasses society had presented her
Breathing the contaminated air institutions were administering
Feeding off the crumbs leaders were serving in dollops
Living the life whose strings were in the hands of…