I am just a boy

Living in a non-Muslim world

If you ask me, I’ll say that’s the Muslim curse

Not because cultures are intertwined

But because when I explain it, you never seem to understand mine

I am for you to exploit

But it’s not me you should ask, it’s the girls

Stuck in the whirlwind of emotions, that’s the female curse

Living the days displaying a false reality, like that’s fine

But it’s how the other side was raised; I only speak for mine

I do not employ

I work for myself and seek no pearl

No pot to piss in, that’s the homeless curse

In the city, from afar, I stare at the skyline

Only to dream about a wish, a wish that is mine

I am known to deploy

I live my life wondering do I fight for my world

Did I ever deserve to serve, that’s the veteran curse

Were there innocents killed on the other side during my time

Or am I free to rest knowing the innocence is mine

I am one to annoy

My life is a story, like my hair, with too many curls

If I get hit, I deserve it, that’s the children’s curse

I might think they’re bad people, but that’s not for me to decide

I’ll love them till I can no longer, at least that decision is mine

Some say I destroy

My absence in conflict is seen as abnormal

I am labeled as the murders’ murder, that’s the Jewish curse

I see the other side as the side of crime

I simply want to protect my world and what I see as mine

We strive for joy

But we applaud sadness like we have the scope on our morals

We speak of peace and laugh at freedom, that’s the human curse

Agreement on Disagreement is key, that’s God’s design

Afraid to say ‘I love you’ to the other side, but the obligation is mine