Born Palestinian, Born Black

Fiery words from a Palestinian-American poet on what it means to be a woman of color in a racist society. In May I Take Your Order? she writes: "I'm the main dish / walking down the street / my face a menu / of first world delicacies ... men suck my titties in / eyes poppin out big business heads / lickin their lips against / my thighs like I was some / cafe au lait ice cream."