Outcast

All of these people look at me like I'm a wild animal on a killing spree. All of this people look at me when I wear my hijab like I'm a freak. when I walk in the parks you turn your heads, you whisper and cast judgments thinking I can't tell, you tell your kids to stay away from me, like a Plague, I'm isolated from Society you bully me if I look too weak, you think I'm afraid, that's why I don't speak. you believe everything I do is for the benefit of bad you don't seem to care if I feel sad. you agree to every word the media says you jump to conclusion without delay, they're all terrorists you've been told, and that belief is what you preciously hold. If she can walk naked and be free as air, why can't I cover up, this is unfair. This is prejudice in its purest form, yet you declare a daily norm. If your claim is you are fair and just, then my Freedom as a must. I wonder how you just justify the things you do, I think it makes it easier for you, it reduces the stress of searching for what's right or what's true.