I walk out of my house with a smile,
I feel today will be great.
During advisory I rush to the library
Because of an unfinished essay.
I sit there and type
Typing as fast as my fingers will go.
Then the bell rigns, thank God it's done
and I leave for class at once.
World Geo arrives, and we take out our chromebooks
as I sign in to my Google account.
I look at my name and all I see
and the hatred of me summed up.
My name is Maryam, and I am Muslim
So I am subjected to stay calm.
But these here stereotypes of me being a terrorist
are hurtful, and just wrong.
So a week or two later, the family goes for a trip
San Antonio here we come!
Walking down the streets with my mother,
I'm just stolling around full of glee.
Suddenly a car speeds by
With the window being rolled down
And all I here is "Allahu Akbar"
As they drive away into Downtown.
My mom laughs it off, as I do as well
but inside I'm ready to burst.
Why is it that the minorities
Are always mentally hurt?
Just because I classify as some race,
Some religion or some gender.
Doesn't mean you get a say.
You don't get a part in what I do
Or why I shouldn't think this way.
So if you are Hispanic,
Asian, Indian or Black,
Muslim, Athiest, Jewish,
Gay, Bisexual or not.
This is your land too,
you sacrificed for this.
And if some idiot thinks for even a second
that you are rightless,
Tell them they have no reason to judge.