Last week, Fahti told me I was his only white friend
He said the others wouldn’t talk to him, they ignored his voice, he spoke quietly as if he was waiting for me to interrupt
My cousin goes through the drive thru of a fast food place she comments “that girl seemed sassy” “no, she was just black”
Last year, I went to the state fair and my uncle was talking about how there was a gang
My dearest uncle, please listen to me
That was a black lives matters protest
They have them because of people like you
My friend Jeremy told me that she was too loud, took up too much space, had too much of a voice. I asked if the reason he thought that had to do with the fact she wore a hijab, that she was a women or both?
Last week, Fahti told me he prayed to Allah he’d be equal in the eyes of his classmates
He said, he knew it was unrealistic but believed that I gave him a sneak peek into a better world
Fahti, your Allah blesses you
You helped me realize there is more to just myself in this world, you helped me realize there is more than just one answer to every question and the pills underneath my bed wasn’t the one.
This back carries the weight of knowing that you saved me but if you ever stared down the barrel of a gun, it’d be because of my skins
This back carries the weight of knowing I cannot save you