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 My hyphenated selfBy Solmaz Sharif May 21, 2002 The Iranian i live sandwiched between two gods neighbors with me in between asking me for sugar and rice and everything nice mr. wayne wants me as his whore rosie the riveter needs a replacement he says he hides her in the basement cause she's getting too damn loud too damn proud to put out for uncle sam who never calls her a niece for fear of being incestual but i will have to do he says muhammad knocks on my door five times daily says he's seeking his 73rd harem he places his paradise on my fingertips says i'll be his own little virgin says he'll forget my vices if i would just do this for him says he'll have some trouble turning me from traitor to creator but i will have to do he says both using fervor as the weapon of choice the word of one god spills from their bloated lips resuscitating exhausted slogans ............united we stand in the name of man sin in any name but their own selected as the enemy and my loose hips fit that like familiar jeans becoming targets when my saunter strays their craving stare and me unwilling to bear their children so they target cities bearing my name ............bombing us back into ............the stone age ............using technology ............as makeshift time machines target cites with names i could give my children target my name my name my name January 30, 2002
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