Monologue

Essay text:

One shot, two shot, three shot, and four The sound of silence is broken by the shattering noise Screams, cries, and anger arises People fuss and put pieces together Why must this happen to me Why must things like this take place? War was for the people back then The people who made mistakes The people who were illiterate War is meant to separate people War is used not to unit People screaming at innocent people For the things that they haven’t even done This guest of wind of anger and hatred is spun Your skins tan You look Arabic You are a terrorist I cover my head with a hijjab People stare and glare Think that I am forced to wear When they don’t really know the truth I respect myself as a woman to be true Walking in the subway Thinking that this will be a freeway But still people stop and stare Whisper and glare Give dirty looks as if I were a sin As I step into the train A tall thin man approaches me with a look of fade Comes to me to take away my fame Empty your bags as if I committed a robbery I’m just an average person who wants to be left alone Treated as if I was doing a wrong Makes me feel ashamed Looks at me as if I did do something wrong Gives me back my bag With the look of suspicion that I will catch you one day Go back to your home You’re not wanted here You’re a monster who does not see our fear This is our country not yours You do not belong My house is vandalized with threats and taunts Windows are smashed things are thrown Words are used to hurt and people start to ignore All I can do is ask what I have done Peace and justice is something that I don’t seem to understand Not everyone’s perfect I can certainty tell you I’m not So why should someone else be We all make mistakes I heard the screams from the towers I heard people talking about power I wanted to help them out But I wasn’t accepted They were afraid of me I wondered if I would ever be accepted to belong If jumping to conclusion is something you do Then you must clearly be wrong Read through the charter, the facts and the books Discrimination is not a right but a crime If I were to commit this crime I would have been convicted But since I am not of that race or that other ethicality I will be the one to blame Hiding these fears back not to show them Tears of anger appear in my eyes Holding them back I let everything slide past me I wonder if one day these things would lack If I could change the hands of time I would make sure I was in that plane To tell those ignorant that what they did was a sin I wonder what the world has come to fulfill this stupid thing Do you not see the fear of god? Cause you have to go living through this everyday life which is a fraud All this has caused me pain, fear, and suffering I have to go through this every day, Imagine what others go threw Day and night with threats and fights Seeing things that you dead do not see or feel Pain, tears and hatred is all I get and do This bad dream will all disappear One day this will happen But right now all I can do is dream for t hat day of freedom to appear