I’ve long dwelled in the loins of a desert
so excuse me if I’m incensed
when you take my sacred
and make it a tourist destination
-W.E.
for too long, you butcher the idea of me,
of them
of others
because it suits your imagination
because you want the sexual romp of an escape
a harem in the absence of everything
just you and your lover
a mirage
an illusion created by the west
but sold by the dogs of oil
because it’s hard to palate how we remain beautiful in the harshest environment.
-W.E.
