This, if for you.
This, is for me.
This is for us.
This is for those who aren’t here,
But still want a chance to watch and hear.
This is for the student, janitor, professor,
minimum wage worker and wanna-be snappy dresser,
This, is for the workaholic and failing business,
This is for the sinners who can’t confess
Because their crime, is that they’re too embarrassed.
This is for those who can’t stand up,
Literally, and figuratively.
This, is for the single mother and her child
This is for the stupid shit we think about before going to bed,
This is for the malnourished and underfed,
This is for the peaceful Palestinian warrior,
This is for their peaceful Israeli supporter,
This is for the struggles of the Arab Spring,
This is for the trouble oil brings
This is for the fight over Kashmir,
And for the lost souls of those we hold dear,
This is for the feeling you get when you read the news,
about murdered journalists, photographers and film crews.
This is for those who don’t feel safe in the neighborhoods they’re in,
This is for the Trayvon Martins,
and the Shaima Alawadi’s.
Because hoodie or hijab,
this has got to stop.
This if for the Tyler Clementi’s
And for the ignorance and hate of the Dharun Ravi’s
This is for those who don’t sign petitions but want to
This is for hearing explosions and having nowhere to run to
This is for the man who accepts bribes and severs ties with honesty.
This is for the rape victim
This is for the bruises on her body
This is for the hours she cries
This is for her feeling that I cannot describe.
This is my failure to empathize.
This is for the suicides,
This is for the homicides
And genocides and infanticides.
This is for the boy who makes a rape joke and doesn’t understand what he did wrong
This is for the one who makes a racist joke and tells his friends to “lighten up”
This is for those who use religion as a shield instead of a tool for peace
This is for unemployment and no heat
This is for those without books
This is for those who lack pens
This is for those who don’t take your depression seriously
This is for the criminals who walk free
And for their victims’ families who can scarcely breathe
This is for the non-profits
Who can’t fund their next project because of bureaucratic bullshit
This is for UNESCO,
This is for the prisoners in Guantanamo,
The youngest of whom is 13.
This is for those who, for crying out loud, can’t speak
This is for the orphans and the abandoned
This is for the child soldiers
This is for the apathy of humankind
This is for the first world not recognizing its brothers and sisters in the third world
This is for the insane, institutionalized, and wild
This is for the screaming mother with her head on the coffin of her child
This is for anyone who can’t honestly say, “I am free.”
This is for me
This is for you
This is for us