Student Spectrums

Two names on the paper, but neither feels right

Both promote an endless fight

As they widen their betraying smiles

Pain continues to fall

Voices loud, yet justice?

I’m told my voice holds value and might

Surely it will make a difference, right?

“Your choice, your voice,” they say

So why do I feel silenced in every way?

Should I stay silent, or should I refuse?

Do I play their game, or do I lose?

To not raise my voice feels like a retreat

But keeping silent means accepting defeat

A Muslim voice lost in the storm

Praying for peace and justice

To be the norm