You like me

You like me
When I am stripped off my religion
When I am ripped of my individuality
To fit your standardisation  of what a human should be
I am just a commodity
Would you be my friend
If my hair was hidden from your gaze
Every time you see a terrorist crime
I quip up my dissent like a keyed doll
Its an impulse.
You never ask
just imply
My silence is assumed as support
for those that terrorise.
When will you know terrorists are as much mine
As lone wolfs are yours
That isis stole my Allahu Akbar of worship
as a slogan for crime.
They stole the names of my Prophets to bear their crimes.
But they didnt steal my voice.
That's all you.
When you had the power to tell their story
You called it mine.