you should see me in a crown

8th in middle school, donned my crown

Walked through the halls, tall and proud

Walk out to the world, stand your ground.

My god

The stares, the stares, the stares. 

Two thirds in 2017, discriminated 

At work by “looking muslim”

49% “Distinct appearance” - clothed women, 

Will you all stop and just listen?

Cloth, a simple cloth, 

Means so much to a lot

A statement, a symbol, a story, 

A target.

The world wont see you, as you, deadrose.

The world will see whats on your head

And why your sleeves are long

And cover your scarred arms and your

Legs and the men not of your book,

Around and around you they will

Call you oppressed and hoot and jump 

At any chance to make you feel as though

You are practicing your morals, your ideals,

Your faith  - wrong.

Terrorist - be gone. 

ACLU - 69% hijabi women, more likely to 

Face discrimination. Gee, wonder why.

55% of muslim students, 29% of hijabi girls 

Scarf pulled off, dignity trashed, 

Beaten up, shot in their heads,

Banned banned banned, 

What's on your head be damned…

Yet they still stood up and went to class.

Mother asked if i was sure 

if i wanted to take up a crown

Fear from her i would end up

Bottom of a river, cut up on the streets, strung up in a tree…

Mother, if I end up dead it will be from my own hands - please. 

Stare all you want, i'm too tired to care

Done with the whispers, don't need more up here

Honey you should see me in a crown, 

Im fighting my battle all alone,

Yell at my face, you’re talking to stone

My morals and faith are set, go off on your own, 

I’m deadrose, a girl with a crown, 

A woman who will soon be world renown,

So save your worthless efforts.

The plants work tirelessly for your meaningless words.