You are all McCarthy's of the new era and we are the religion tainted by terrorism and painted red so we are singled out.
They say you can spot a Muslim a mile away From the black garb which she wears upon her head to keep her modesty, but it is this very black veil that makes all of you doubt
So why are we the only ones feared because you believe my hijab or beard means jihad?
Oh, but! you want to believe this is a war that I'm fighting against you when in reality I'm struggling internally about my own sins that the almighty warned me about
We are taught "you cannot judge the intentions of a whole for the actions of a few", yet you treat us like the plague and still have the nerve to preach "actions speak louder than words"
In the end, we are still labeled and put into the little boxes you stereotype us into
And I'm forced to tell the future generations we are all still homeless birds
And believe me, I understand there are few who believe in us but it seems like to me most of you have chosen fear over deen
It is true religion has no color but Islam has picked green, so till my last breath, I will shout and scream!
Don't paint me red, but paint me green, so they know I'm not afraid to spread my truth and my peace.
