Listen, I Spoke Up

“You are a terrorist”

I know that they are not speaking facts, they themselves don’t believe what they are saying. If they thought I was a terrorist, they wouldn’t have shouted it in front of my face. They would be scared, they would run. And if I were a terrorist I would shoot them, right?

Sometimes I think about shooting them, only to satisfy them, maybe they would leave my people alone and me.

Why do they hate us?

I grew up asking myself that. Why? I’m a human, and so are they, or they should’ve been.

I don’t belong anywhere because of them, I never hurt them but they always do. They want me to say something back as they film me getting my coffee, or even just moving around. They want to use whatever I would say against them, they want some proof to show that we are the villains of this story, of this world.

I’m a human who had enough of them, they must show up in the best or worst-case scenario to mess things up. I don’t even curse, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t kill, I don’t steal, I don’t make fun of the poor, I don’t break the laws, yet I don’t live. I don’t live because of the society I grew up in. Because of a society that taught its children that we are here to bomb you, that we are here to steal, to murder, to take our own and your lives.

they teach little kids

that we are terrorists

that we make our money

based on their dead bodies and skin

they tell them that we live under a rock

they tell them that we are all insane

even our little ones are little frauds

they tell them that we are forced and restricted

and every word we say is scripted

they tell them that every move of us is planned

and they show them every murderer in town

tell them that these are my people

and they hold our crown

they tell them that 'stranger danger' existed because of us

and life without us would be more fun

the same story

again and again

till a generation turned their voices to men

who are ready to kill

to end us again

so before their voices get to you

remember that your opinion is yours

and not made up by them

After what I said, you might think that I hold the hate. No, I held it enough for me to say what I did. I wish that someone had told me that this is what they say, but they told me straight in the face. And to be specific, yesterday.

I just wanted to visit a museum, when suddenly all the security men lined in. I guess I haven't dressed accordingly to the dress code they hold, the naked women were following it though. I walked around the museum but I found nothing more than death stares, disgusting looks, frightened people, and security guards. I left, I could handle it no more.

As I was crossing the street, I saw a human rights protest. For everyone, because everyone is human. I passed through the crowds, and by mistake, I bumped into someone. He cussed me out. "Go back to where you belong, or even go to hell." I thought I looked like a human, and they were cheering as well for my rights. I'll put my thoughts aside next time.

I went to the cinema, to watch a movie and maybe to forget everything that happened today. I was sure that no one would bother me there, the film suited me perfectly. It suited my people. And I was right, no one bothered me. Probably because no one was there, I sat alone in the huge cinema room.

Do you know what feels the weirdest though? Is that most of you will feel attacked if I reveal my people to you. And that's why I will keep it unknown until you fully hear me, put your lives at risk and listen by your heart. Not a terrorist is talking to you here, it's a soul who's calling for justice.