You should have led

If you had played your role and led,

I wouldn’t be the one winning bread. 

You wear thobes, bow in prayer,

But faith is action, not words in air. 

It’s character.

It’s duty.

It’s what you live. 

Prayers at the mosque, yet still you’re lost;

Prestige takes hold, accountability comes at cost. 

No care for your legacy,

Oh, what a tragedy. 

Your logic defies faith,

Yet you hide behind its grace. 

To be a man is to lead,

A gardener, planting seed.

How can you expect a woman to win bread,

Then feel foiled when she rises ahead?