Perhaps,one day...

Perhaps,one day ..
when you stop
handling me as if I was,
the daughter you sold
to a rich men,
and he opened her up
to find she wasn't a maiden..

when you stop pushing
me around and spitting in my face..
as if I was a harlot,
a dignity-less woman who lacks
morals and integrity..

when you stop being
so bloody harsh,
and stop throwing me
unexpected 'opportunities'
written in arabic,
whilst knowing I only
comprehend dutch,english and spanish.

when you finally
give me days,
filled with heartfelt smiles.

and,
you are the
one that has to make re-arrangements ..
and have to change YOUR
attitude to make it all beautiful and
pleasant for me..
or simply
go through the day...hiding feelings
to not be called pessimistic and ungrateful..

maybe when you do that,
and you acknowledge
that you were
the one that got hard
like a penis
even when
I made no effort to
seduce you..

Perhaps,I'll forgive you
for being so horrible..

Perhaps I'll find
something nice to say
about you..when they ask me

"how is life treating you"