A Muslim Woman


In bazaars of civilization
A religion walks tall with the rest
Where a graceful gender becomes a pillar of her family
In love and the honesty of labor
Where below a headscarf of modesty
Is every inch a mystical woman
A hurricane in her own right, that blows through
The heart, without decimating the anatomy
With the spillovers of flesh
And beneath her head-garment, rests two pupils
Embellished with henna irises, opening a door
To the stranger, to rest his worries
On her infinite inflorescence,
Her unguarded lip-blooms.