Look at me

I am an American
You know what I mean
But in this Turkish coffee house
In Decatur, Georgia
Women wear the hijab
They sit in a circle
Leaning in
Talking and laughing
The owner’s family is here too
With his coffee colored baby
Yes I noticed
It makes me feel
That they can feel at home
And that I am welcome
Because that’s what they sell here
They sell welcome
Maybe I can cross my legs
And be less American
And maybe they wouldn’t judge me
Even the one with the burka
Would she?
Something to be said for headscarfs
Maybe they don’t want from men
What men are like
You know what I mean
Don’t try to tell me
That American men are not like that
But the burka bothers me
If only because it reminds me too much
Of myself