Terrorism Isn't Me
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Just like a pest
“Don’t Judge a book by its cover”
I think this is the quote that best describes this
My cover is American, Muslim and Pakistani
And on the inside I AM NOT A TERRORIST!
I sometimes just sit here and
Look back to the bad times,
All the racist chants I endured
They never left my mind.
My school life has always been
Well pretty gloomy,
Since things like, “You’re a terrorist”
Were all that pursued me.
To be honest, I used the phrase
“I wanna be white” a lot,
Because at the time
Those were the kids that put me on the spot.
And then I realized that
The color of my skin is brown,
I could never change that
So kids would always put me down.
Seventh and eighth grade
It wasn’t so terrible,
It was the kids in high school
Those were the ones that were unbearable.
Laughed at, picked on
All in the ninth grade,
I wanted to leave my school
And just dig myself a grave.
I heard these racist jokes and stereotypes all the time:
“Why aren’t you in Guantanamo Bay?”
“Do you have a bomb strapped to your chest?”
“Kill yourself and Go praise the Allah you obey!”
“Were you responsible for that plane crash?”
“You caused 9/11,”
“So, where is the bomb remote?”
“For what you have done, your note going to see Allah in heaven.”
I couldn’t tell if they were joking
Or if they were being serious,
So at the moment I didn’t know
If I should laugh or be furious.
People tell me all the time
That my dad is Osama,
What’s the point of being racist back?
It just causes more drama
People have also told me
To learn to fly a plane,
I told them I’m not looking to become a pilot,
So, why is it a skill I must obtain?
I think I have made my point very clear
And now you understand to,
But the truth is, unless you’re Muslim and Pakistani
You have no idea what we go through!