To the victims of the 9/11 attacks I apologize as a Muslim and a human being For what those ******* did to you If I had the choice I would die protecting You As for the ******* Who ******* up everything Might I suggest An apology to vics, muslims And to Allah and Mohammed (Pbuh) For acts of sheer insanity And murderous rage
لضحايا هجمات الحادي عشر من سبتمبر أعتذر كمسلم وإنسان على ما فعله هؤلاء المتسكعون لك إذا كان لدي الخيار فسوف أموت وأنا أحمي أنت أما المتسكعون من أفسد كل شيء قد أقترح اعتذار لفيكس المسلمين وإلى الله ومحمد (صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم) لأفعال الجنون المطلق والغضب القاتل
Be fearless. Your voice was not made to be silenced, And neither was your thought. Give it tongue, give it volume, give it song. Give it your lips and your teeth. This is what you are to the world. This is your truth, and your way. There is nothing more precious than this. Bite hard, never let go.
Published a few years ago as part of poetry collection for my university Womyns Centre. Thought it became relevant again.
What happened to the land of the free? What ever became of American equality? When was The Great Take-back begun? What became of “with malice toward none”? What happened to rich people’s responsibilities? When did we decide our peers were enemies? Why didn’t we learn from the Great Depression? Why are we letting them set up another session?
Eenie meanie mighty mo, when is it fine to hire a **? Hickory slicker zippity zopp, when is this b.s. going to stop?
Why have we let ourselves think like adolescents? Why do we keep liars and cheaters in our presence? It’s up to us each who what lies we should tolerate, So when does being a mountebank go out of date? When do we start fighting and hitting bullies back When they make it known they’re on the wrong track. How many times will they have to lie and steal For the rest of us to know their villainy is real?
Fluster and bluster and flippity flopping, confidence is dropping We can no longer trust our leaders to protect, so let’s reject.
When did all of our statesman turn into real estate’s men? When did the human in humanity cease to matter at all? What makes half the country vote for a scoundrel horde? What did our country accomplish by dropping the ball? Why have we become the people we used to dislike so And now we are the ones who arm and **** each other? And why do we still have many lifetimes or more to go To finish paying for murdering and pillaging our brothers?
Questions, suggestions, all are loudly ignored by them, Our leaders whose sense of decency has grown dim.
You had the children So you are responsible. Make your weak excuses; Character is discernible. We can look at behavior Of even a grown adult To see bad parenting And what is the result.
A child must have approval And some loving discipline To prepare them for the quirks Of this tricky life they’re in. They must believe they can Grow up wise and succeed. Along with love and discipline Approval is also a need.
We can’t let television And hired baby sitters be The be-all of their rearing. They all have to learn to see Their parents really love them And they have parental respect. This message cannot arrive If they are raised by neglect.
If they learn nothing of heritage And their own family pride What message can they convey When they are alone outside? Will they learn only to care For themselves and what the get? After all, there won’t be much of Family life for them to forget.
And for those of you who fear Your child won’t think you a buddy That is not what the kid needs. He can get that from anybody. And he or she will because They never will have learned That life offers far too many Bridges selfishness can burn.
Another ****** died today, his blood steaming, cooling, in Pittsburgh's winter streets. The pale, blue, afternoon sky, moving too soon into night, settled darkness on the day, and on the junkies life. This all-too-common narrative, the background noise of our lives, fails to stir our outrage. Crawling on top of the man, as he gasps his last, his seven-year old son. They die together, son cradled in father's embrace. Both riddled with bullets. And still, the community fails to find the outrage. A black man's death means nothing to a society conditioned to judge his worth by his vice. The death of his son means even less.
I walked out of my office today at noon and slid into the stream of pedestrians - the hipsters stroking their beards, the pale professionals blinking in the sun, mothers pushing strollers through the crowd with more skill than a racecar driver
before I knew it, I walked past my lunch destination I kept walking - and watching the people of my town share a sidewalk without attacking one another
for a moment I was tempted to take a picture post it on online, make a socio-political statement; if people from all walks of life can share the sidewalk can we not find common ground?
I left my phone in my pocket - decided against adding my unnecessary opinion to the manufactured outrage that is the sad truth of social media
I smiled at a pretty lady pushing her baby she smiled back and we shared a brief human moment I kept walking