I dreamt my wedding ring was made of pap'r
and as it warped and shifted in my mind
My dreams of you on broomsticks and in water
appeared within my thoughts in broken time.
A child limits my world to the playground
where you stand apart and stare at me with hate.
In my nights I run away from dogs who try to pull me down
and try to escape from the amusement park too late.
Locked in a world of nightmares and illusion
where imaginations of my heart become a torment
I do not want you adding to my confusion
as my work to be a decent mother stops my movement
toward being a better Muslim. You steal from my peace
and laugh behind another life while my heart breaks.
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