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