Metropolitan Muslimah

It’s 2am and I’m awake

But you’re sleeping through everything

My love ain’t cheap but it’s affordable

Still you can’t give me what I need

But I’m supposed to give you everything I’ve got

It’s 2 months on and I’m awake

But you’re working on my computer

My body is nothing like the art you perfected

Still you complimented me

Am I supposed to be satisfied?

It’s 2 years on and I’m awake

But you’re ignoring how late I get back

I stay faithful but my faith in you wavers

Why aren’t you getting worried?

Are you the debt I’m supposed to pay in this life?

Are you the landlord I’m supposed to pay rent to?