Hardwood Floor Servant

Everyone looks ugly on a hardwood floor after nights of sleeping without lighting
Every woman’s hair get’s messed and tossed when they walk in the rain without a hijab
And that’s why the Muslims fight wars for their girls
And that’s why I opened up my mouth full of sores
And I begged for release from their jail on the beach
And I begged not to be their only Western servant on a hardwood floor
Scraping up splinters tacked to the door
But I am a Westerner