Monologue

Monologue

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

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