The Religion Poem

Just like Shabbat,
and Church on Sundays,
Muslims have Fridays
to pray and be nice. 

My dad and I
would go together,
like every father
and son in the hood.

I hated the mosque
and before you kill me,
listen to my strictly
practical reasons. 

First of all, my shoes always
got stolen, but also,
I had to stand awkwardly
next to my dad. 

I’d stare at the…