You see my brown skin
And assume I'm a ****.

You see my hijab
And assume I'm a terrorist.

You see the smile on my face
And assume I'm happy.

You hear my words
And assume I'm okay.

But I am not.

Instead I am broken.
Yet I am also strong.

I am dark and rule-following.
I am peaceful and Muslim.

You assume based on
Society's POV.

If you smile
You must be happy.

Fox, CNN, any media
Tells you I am a terrorist.
So the names I get called
And the extra security checks
Are extremely upsetting.

The murders of black folk
Is either considered appropriate
Or it's "black on black crime"
So it's not taken seriously.

Who are you gonna believe
Me or those who don't know me?

What if i told you i was a part of a dark twisted fantasy

That made me live my whole life in agony

Took my pure heart and even took my sanity

A young boy facing this brutality


These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories

What if i told you there was nothing to do

and I couldn’t even stop it even if I already knew

Took a look at my arm and it was slowly turning blue

I had bruises on my body but nobody has a clue

These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories

I sometimes wish i can erase history

I sometimes wish he was dead so i can scream victory

I sometimes wish i could put a gun to my head to end this misery

I sometimes wish he never parked behind that factory


These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories
These are my childhood memories