This is a brief spoke-word poem that I wrote about racism and discrimination within the two communities that I straddle as a Canadian convert to Islam.
This is a brief spoke-word poem that I wrote about racism and discrimination within the two communities that I straddle as a Canadian convert to Islam.
This is a brief spoke-word poem that I wrote about racism and discrimination within the two communities that I straddle as a Canadian convert to Islam.
But you don't realize that my ancestors fought for the kingdom The land that was here before your people came, they fought and they fled, looking for peace in my name o tell me to go home, I'll mo!e in beside you The fact my roots are deep seems to surprise you You "udge me based on how I dress you see this generation, but not rest How about my ancestors that built the #est$ %ow you complain their children are some kind of pest$ Get your head on straight and look at my eyes ee my soul for its cleanliness, and not my disguise& %ow for my brothers in the faith, I don't me to turn to you without grace But you really gotta step it up when you look at my face see me for a 'uslim and not for my race I might want to marry your daughter or befriend your son (nd that should be no problem, because I worship the )ne The )ne God (lone who brought us each to Islam The )ne God, (llah, who created 'an *reated us from clay to reside in hea!en ( place we can return to with good intentions o you ask me to go home, back where I came from +on't worry, I will, because I'll die a 'uslim& ,,Insha (llah-