My mothers feet flake off onto her bed every night,
She says she cleaned floors with bleach barefoot
Her hands are rock solid from kneeing dough for the family,
Her heart heavy but humble as she gets knocked off the ladder every time she tries,
Families that bitch and my mum still says salaam.
Arab strength of losing nephews to war but still smiling,
Losing a cousin to honour killing and trying to fight it
My mother is the definition of Arab strength,
My strength is British, nowhere near an Arab mothers.