Plea Of A Muslim Immigrant

Do you even know
What I feel
When you accuse me of terrorism
While I’m on a shopping spree
Buying gifts for my family
Which waits for me to return home
Every ten years

Do you even know
How my hair stands up every time
I see a death threat online
Given to all Muslims worldwide

Do you even know
How my heart sinks
When helpless refugees are accused of rape and violence
When all they want is to survive
And have a promising future

Do you even know
That depressing feeling coursing through my veins
When I see mottos of
Go back where you came from

Do you even know
That betrayal and anger I feel
When ISIS murders, decapitates and kidnaps
In the name of
Everything I believe in

Do you even know
That I’m here to have a better life
Not to steal your jobs or privileges
And I wouldn’t be here
If there was any other way

Do you even know
That there are both good and bad people in the world
So I beg of you
Please don’t blame me
For the evils of others

But alas, you do know about the vicious stories
Of those who use my religion
In their messed up minds
For their own criminal agendas

And I have to continuously apologize
And suffer from bursts of hatred
Even though I’m not responsible
For their actions

 You do know about the news
Of someone who was killed by a foreign radical on your city’s street
And the thoughts of the victim’s family’s pain
Make you angry and blind

At that time
Please care to know
That my people back home
Endure the same pain every day
At the hands of those same radicals

And that’s why they are here
And so am I


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