Who Am I

I was given an Arabic name by my mother,
…a last name that belongs to my grandfather,
…this was wrapped in a gift to his granddaughter,

I belong in a tribe that I never got to choose,
…calling me names like “your tribe are the Jews”
…but you’re left wondering, how it feels to be in my shoes,

A skin color that I was never able to refuse,
…but that comes in use –when I need an excuse,
…like when the white men is trying to abuse, my use—

I was born as a Muslim, due to my parent’s religious views,
…and now I’m being accused for a bomb misuse,
…and now the CNN News thinks I’m a terror on the loose,

I’m stuck in a full body with an empty soul,
…I tried to feed it with prayers, but it remains null,
…so no matter how optimistic I appear, I remain dull,

Friends were trying to frame, who I really am,
…so they gave me a pathetic nick name,
…called me lyrical-n-sane, which now I claim

…some say “Masha Allah” and some “God damn”
…some appreciate my tribe and some just can’t stand,
…some honor my color and some aren’t a big fan,
…some respect my religion and some don’t understand,
…some like my nick and some prefer my Arabic name,
Hate me or love me, ‘I am who I am’