Ill-treating my blackness

“It's hard to believe

You stopped me.

Sorry, you did not stop me.

Literally, you blocked me.

 

Just imagine

Imagine if I were a Muslim.

You would have welcomed me to my mosque.

 

But I am a black woman.

I am a black pregnant woman.

You hate my skin color.

You hate my beliefs.

You hate my black Christ.

You hate that I am following your faith.

 

But I have no option.

Except praying to your God in Heaven

 

You landed on my land.

You grabbed my land.

You gifted me with your Bible.

That enslaved me for hundreds of years.

That enslaved me until today.

That violated my human status.

That destroyed my self-confidence.

That made me an inferior human being.

That believed me inferior

That made me believe my slave-master

I still believe that the white man's burden will change my status.

Without knowing it, your burden created my subhuman status.

 

You might have shown special love,

If I am a Black Muslim woman,

But unfortunately

I am a black Christian woman.

 

I am persecuted for my beliefs in my country.

And persecuted for my beliefs in your country.

But still, Angels are with me.

But still, Jesus is with me.

But still, my Savior is with me.

 

You are filled with the wealth of nations.

I am filled with a wealth of love.

 

Your ethics are silent when you are

Ill-treating everyone unfairly and unequally

 

Your regulations are dumb.

When they are praying in public spaces.

When they are discriminating against my beliefs.

 

 

When you see a Muslim

Your intolerance became tolerance.

 

When you see a Cross in my body

Your tolerance turned into intolerance.

 

When I check in to attend church.

Your smile disappeared.

 

You cheered and smiled.

When they check in to attend the mosque.

 

We are both pregnant women.

But she is a Muslim woman.

She is privileged in your snow nation.

 

I am a black Christian woman.

I am underprivileged to get the same love.

 

Her Islamic faith is more respected than my Christian faith in the Snow Nation.

She can pray in public spaces.

She can terrorize me by stomping on my rainbow flag.

She can burn my rainbow flag in public spaces.

She can tear my queerness into pieces in public spaces.

 

But I can’t even recite Jesus's name in my private space.

I can’t speak openly against Jihadis.

Prisons are waiting if I talk about Jihadi women."