I want to share one of the powerful and favorite poems that I have written during my English 101 and I had Professor Talbird that time. This poem speaks about Islamophobia and it affects on innocent Muslim people. As a Muslim girl, I also went through Islamophobic experiences and it motivated me to write this poem. I want to show how ugly society is and we are living in a country that is all about "equality", but we still fighting for many rights! Anyway, here is my poem and class, should I submit this poem for a Public writing project? Do you think this poem going to create awareness about Islamophobia? Please tell me about your thoughts based on this.
Broken Freedom
Another town has just been struck
The ringing of MP7's in the background is piercing
No time to look back, you gotta know when to duck
There looks to be an opening in the forest clearing
Oh wait, Isis has already set up a base there
Time to choose, people or devils
I blend in with the trees and choose neither
Seeing one of mine dead, it's like seeing stones and pebbles
We make a break for the highway when I hear the rounds
My entire family shot down
A taxi driving ahead, elated at the sound
I flag it and it puts the metal to the ground
They follow me on my way to the airport
I run and try to get a ticket to America
They wait outside for me, my luck was running short
They deny me access because of the Muslim ban
I was at death row and plead for acceptance
I'll even join the U.S army I begged, just let me in
"NO, sir your kind isn't welcome"
I leave the airport with my soul already gone
But it comes back again and it haunts me.
"Time to choose, people or devils
ReplyDeleteI blend in with the trees and choose neither
Seeing one of mine dead, it's like seeing stones and pebbles"
this section hit me hard man. I spend a lot of time thinking about normality and what that does to certain parts of people. To see things as "well thats just how it is". you really brought home that feeling of just trying to survive the chaos relatively intact but having to accept the loss of life all around as a normal state of affairs. to look at a body and see nothing of what was,not being able to honor that individual because that time spent reflecting may very well put you in the same position.
Then you bring it home to the other side of the coin, where the people removed from this chaos in a position to help only look on in fear and loathing, because they see only pebbles, nothing of what was, or honoring the individual for surviving hells unimaginable. Only the burns on your skin and the seared clothing. so afraid of being near someone whos seen real darkness they would demonize entire populations just to sleep well at night. I think im going to stop here because this poem is too real. too much depth and life and death to reconcile with my sensibilities. maybe Im the same. anyway thank you for sharing your expression.