My dreams may have me arrested

Should mutaween find ways into my head

To aggressively drive my red sports car

Playing American music loudly, windows down

I should love to feel freedom’s generous wind

On my exposed face, neck and arms

I wish to berate many Saudi male hypocrites

who perverse the holy teachings and laws

I wish that God would smite them furiously

For indulging in alcohol, fornication and evilness

Pathetic brothers are guilty of that and more

Death to the vile practice of making sinless girl slaves

For who? Well-funded dirty old Arab men, of course

May  knowledge, joy, freedom and love

Be endowed by God as our daughters’ birthright

I am but a tearful dreaming female of the sand

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