Dear People,

The burning fire of color that is the sunset is a blessing

But everyday you'll ignore it for your daily dose of morphine

'But I'm not on drugs!' Is what you'll tell me

And that may be 

But you're high on 'society'

Numb, Deaf, and Blind to the rest of humanity 

And don't give me excuses

It'll just be a nuisance 

I've heard everything from 

"I've got nothing to give..." to

"Nah, man, that conflict ain't even exist!"

And I'm aware that's bad grammar, but apparently he didn't.

This is the education that we've been promised, right?

Aren't you proud to be in it?

Will someone tell me why we spend so much time on history?

That we forget to tell the truths of reality.

They're always telling me that history 

Is meant to be 

Lessons we learn so we don't repeat mistakes.

But what's the point when they've already been made? 

While we talk about the occupation of the Native Americans 

We ignore that of the Palestinians

We talk of the oppression of the African Americans

And reject that of the Syrians.

We talk of the horror of 9/11

But discount the horrors in Iraq

I could keep on listing

But if no one's really listening

What is ever going to change?

Instead of trying to liberate me

Why don't you break your own chains?

Because when you look real close 

You'll see that I'm the one with freedom.

With the world in my pocket 

And Islam in my heart

This hijab on my head 

And that's barely the start.

So, fine, you just sit there

Smoking your pot

I hope your addiction to dunya 

Was worth it...

But I can promise it's not.