Your Brownsville My Brownsville

Brownsville

Brown bricks

Brown people

Silver bullets

Red on the pavements

Blues on every other corner

Red and blue lights flashing through your windows

Black suits

White casket

Red flags

Blue flags

Black hoodies

If you’re not from there than I suggest you don’t go there.

Brownsville

Brown bricks

Brown people

Silver coins

Red store

Blue store

Red and blue lights passing through the streets.

Black pavement

White park

Red ices

Blue skies

Black gates

If you’re not from there than I suggest you don’t judge.

Summer Religion

Sweat, sticky skin.

Water. Juice. Soda. Ice.

 Hoping for one; just one breeze.

Jim said stay in today but I can’t hell has called me in.

So I go.

Corner boys,

Dope fiends, alcoholics, old creeps.

The stares,

The whistles,

Grabbing of the elbow,

 Honking vehicles.

Oh how I wish I had a khimar and a hijab to cover me.

So they won’t see my face and figure.

It’s like they never seen legs and shoulders before.

I walk with shame as if all of these eyes are Allah’s.

I desire to be covered but to much will cause to faint.

What do I do? Do I cover up like the Muslims? Or

Do I let these strangers give me these judge mental looks?

I’ll choose the second one for my bible tells only judgment that

counts is God.