Spitfire
I was never the one to let an issue drive pass me
Let see all the sights
from night to light
Let it steam and soak in the sun
My tongue
Is too sharp to let that happen
My mouth moves faster than my mind
Spittin' out words like a dragon spits out acid
Except my words spiral into fire
Which makes me spit fire
I am a spitfire
They call me oppressed
Depressed like the caged canary
That can only sing for its master
Until its dying day
Oppressed like an African slave
Carrying her child on her back
While picking cotton for the white master
Praying to God everyday
He’ll reveal the north star way
Oppressed like the Syrian children
Who watch the life flee from the eyes
Of their sisters and brothers at breakfast
Their own limbs at lunch
And greeting Death a guest for dinner
I am not oppressed
For the definition of oppression
Is to be subjected to emotional or mental stress
The definition of depression
Is the deprivation of another’s self reason
In other words to commit treason
By making someone think they have no free will
And the trill of this song
Is not a tune I am accustomed to
I have free will
And while my veil maybe a veil
That separates the rest of the world from me
Don’t try to categorize me into a box
That grows a type of mold called stereotypes
Like Jihad is a holy call to war
In reality it means to struggle in anything
And my struggle is not being that
Passive Muslim girl
Who lets others control her life
I am active, acting as an ambassador for my Muslim sisters
In a world deceased by strife
Don’t expect me to apologize
If my words are like sandpaper grinding against your ears
I am not that Palestinian or Native American land
You can just plow down and think I'll be fine with that
I have a brain, a mind and I will talk back
I am a spitfire
There is fire in my blood
Gathering and growing for generations
Like my ancestor mothers and my mother before me
I treat my sharp tongue like a sword
And it knows no boundaries
Except when it comes to the lord
My mother always told me to use
My double edge sword of a tongue wisely
She said while the sharp side is used for my enemies’ demise
The blunt side is used for compromise and forging allies
Because when your a spitfire you don’t have too much of that
And it’s a fact I refuse to be a muppet
Be politricked by politicians blowing the devil’s trumpet
Claim lies are truths and truths are lies
Be Blinded by police testimonies
That Police brutality isn’t
The reality of many minorities' death
Yes, I am different
Because I define my own individuality
I am Muslim, female
Black, Caucasian, and Cherokee too
I am a poetess that speaks the truth
An activist fighting in my youth
I am a songwriter,
Screenwriter, and a fiction writer
Last of all
I am a spitfire