“I don’t think Muslims like us”

 Above His head he raised his hands, out of Fear, he cries don’t shoot  Resolute In his decision, but no lawsuit I can’t breathe Underneath The pressure of their skewed beliefs Walking at night with skittles and a hoodie Duly Noted, that soon he Will be a free man, roaming Knowing She would go to jail, owning Her decision, she refused to leave her seat Critiqued For wanting people to treat Her like a human being Feeling Like I had been asleep I approach the world with wonder Younger Me did not have to deal with the shudders The stares of the ignorant  Belligerent In their xenophobic rhetoric Ignorance in me, I will not allow Vow To always think before I open my mouth I will rise high up Above Hate  

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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