by Tolu Oduba
Somewhere in the world,
Maybe in Ivory Coast,
A man walks to the street dressed as a woman,
With a wig on his head and color on his lips,
He would be caught, stripped, and beaten,
After all that could be done has been done to him,
I wonder how he would go home.
Somewhere in the world,
Maybe in Egypt,
A woman finds herself alone in a circle of men,
She would be stolen, raped, and torn apart,
After all that could be done has been done to her,
I wonder how she would go home.
Somewhere in the world,
Maybe in Iran,
Two boys, said to be homosexuals, would be hung,
After all that could be done has been done to them,
I wonder where they would go.
