I weren't born an izlamophobe racist,
But then I were took by a muzlamic rapist.
It said it were my fault: I dressed like a wh*re,
That I were its booty, its spoils of war,
And that if I fell pregnant by its mighty seed,
The offspring would grow up a great mujaheed.
I fought off the dog for as long as I could;
None came to the rescue, it were a sharia hood.
I went to the cops - they dint give a fck:
It's more than our job's worth, it's just your bad luck;
You're not the first, and you won't be the last -
Just be more careful, put it all in your past.
This happens to young girls all over the place;
You should just cover up - maybe even your face.
That night back at home I were watching TV -
What's happening to foreign girls, I could plainly see.
Yazidi, Nigerian, black, brown and white -
All being raped by this damn muzzy sh*te.
And I understood then what it's all about -
With raping, they're trying to snuff us all out,
To spread their cr*p genes as wide as they can,
Or ruin us so that we can't get a man.
I'm sorry to say that I am now with child,
My bloodline is smashed by the beast of the wild.
Abortion? Self-murder? Forbidden to me.
Shall I follow another path, so to be free?
To fight them and kill them and die in the act -
And with me this cancer, this demon, in fact?
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