Branded

Trapped in a glass box,
Mime,
Waiting upon a future generation to break them out,
Hopefully watching the sky looking beyond wondering,
Wracking their brains with questions to the Immortal One,
'Why me'

Synonymous to terrorism is my religion, Muslim.

Akin to a crime is the color of my skin, black.

Weak and unable to be assertive is my gender, female.

Torn apart between forces supporting the status quo,
Hidden behind a fort resisting change are they that do not listen,
Open your ears and listen to the birds singing, it's a new dawn.
A dawn of change, smell the freshness in the air.
Open your eyes and see,
Look how old the ancient doctrines you profess are,
Turn over a new leaf for life isn't a straight path but a curve,
You can never predict what's behind the bend.

However, let us not hate or demand to be respected for in doing so we brand our oppressor,
Overcome evil with good,
Branded.

My pen has bled so listen to my heartwriting