The cries, the blood, the horror
Now turn into cold stares and cursing with hate
They call me an Islamic terrorist
But I ran away from ISIS
They say to go back to where I come from
But never, ever will I go back to that life
I cry and they call me fake
I don’t and they call me emotionless
I convert and they call it a clever move
I pray and they run away
The moms are the worst
They run away from me with their children left thinking
Who is this rascal?
Why must we run away from him?
You don’t I try to tell them
You don’t
But they never listen
And I never speak
So I moved from this place
To a place they accept me
They don’t ask me for my documents
They greet me with glowing smiles
Highlighted with the sunlight bright on them
They give me their clothes
They give me their pizza
And ask me Pepe's or Sally’s
They give what they can
Asking me nothing in return
And they never call me an “Islamic Terrorist”
Vedant Aryan