Land of the free

Wed, 05/07/2014 - 23:51 -- DuretiA

I know what you’re thinking,

Here goes another Muslim. Preachin', teachin'

tryna change the way the world sees them.

But I’ll make this quick. I’m NOT a refugee

Born in the south next to American Babies

Please tell me where the problems started

Is it the way I dress in the land of the free?

Or is it my last name that makes everyone

Around me act so awkwardly?

We fear what we don’t know and

fear what we can’t read “It’s written in Arabic,

so it MUST have some hidden coordinates

For the next terrorist attack.

Is this what America thinks?

I know what you’re thinking,

Here goes another Muslim, Preachin’ teachin’

Tryna change the way the world sees them.

But what am I supposed to say?

That I’ve been bullied all my life? Left and right?

Well I can’t and I won’t,

Because that wouldn’t be the truth.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t get Looks of disgust

on the bus; Every day Every night Every moment of my life

They sit there Waiting, anticipating

For me to unload,

For the bomb under my scarf, To explode.

Explode.

Real Muslims don’t kill but they’ll never know

Because what the media says, goes.

My parents came to America With a dollar and a dream,

But what they didn’t know

Was that the immigrant life is harder Than it seems.

But I’m struggling to make them proud By any means.

To be honest I feel like it’s almost impossible For me to succeed,

in this land where Everyone blames me.

I’ve always thought, Oh lucky me, I live in the land of the free,

Where I don’t have to sleep under trees,

But still have to pay a million fees.

I see no future for me,

I’ll probably be the next on the no fly list

By the age of twenty-three.

I don’t know if it’s just me,

but I’ve never Heard the word American and Terrorist

In the same damn sentence.

That’s because if there ever was any,

They get deemed as mentally ill or Put away for a few years

but if it’s A Muslim, African American, or Hispanic Person

they keep them ringing in our ears, Increasing the fear.

Land of the free?

But nothings ever free here.

 
 

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