Collateral Damage

I am muslim,

But to the world I am a towelhead terrorist

 

Have I done something wrong?

Why am I hated so much?

Why is it that the wrongs that have been committed by others define me?

 

I guess I’m just collateral damage

 

Despite the fact that I have followed trends,

called this country my home,

and have done nothing wrong to make others think the worst of me,

I am still seen as threatening.

 

A piece of cloth.

A name on a birth certificate.

A religion.

This is what you base me off of. 

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