I tried to put a ring on the girl who runs rings round every free dick on campus:
She can bust it better than any scarlet letter, self-conscious fair weather woman of the world, but I learned, never bust the bank for a girl who busts it open before she thinks— who uses sex to numb the sadness, who changes her accent based on where her ass is, on who’s beneath her.
And when I’m pumping the speakers she’s scuffing my sneakers, but but but I still want to eat her, and that’s the worst thing,
that I don’t regret the proverbial ring on her left hand. In fact, I can still tell you how she stands with her left hip dipped and a thin-lipped smile; and that she runs three miles before dinner and never takes dessert; and that she feels hurt when it rains because she feels like God betrayed the sun. I can tell you she’s not the only one
who numbs with drugs, who pays with sex and not love and gives no receipt. She never asked me
to pry, but I had to be that guy and save her so I could say that I did it, that I caught a bad bitch so I could always hit it, that I paid for the pussy, crossed it off my wishlist— but when she didn’t need me or my “nobility” I branded homegirl a homegrown ho and blacklisted the black bitch.
When really, I’m just hurting. Because under all my stupid flirting I care deeper than I care to share. I still prefer her eyes over her thighs, I’d rather ask about her class than her ass, and I’d rather help her rest than fondle her chest,
but I guess I went left when I should have chosen right by her. Done right by her, moved right by her. I was supposed to goodnight and goodbye her but I couldn’t just try her. I had to try and buy her.
And when she declined the ring, I cried, Don’t wife the ho. Don’t wife the ho. But at the end of the day, she’s still the only one I really want to know.
That was the headline for the article ruling the murder of three young east African, Sudanese men a homicide, and not a hate crime. What do you mean, not a hate crime?
Muhannad Adam Tairab, 17.
Adam Kamel Mekki, 20.
Mohamedtaha Omar, 23.
Now you’re probably thinking, it was a hate crime. At least I did. I mean come on, not only were these three young men of east African origin, two of them were also Muslims, as suggested by their names. And so you have it.
A seemingly taboo topic that is lingering in the shadows of both the Arab and the Muslims communities is that pertaining to “black Muslims.” Even within our own communities, some demean or simply don’t accept black Muslims. The reason is a bit harder to define; perhaps because they are generally much more culturally different than are most other Arabs. Nonetheless, this is not a justifiable reason to ostracize someone who follows the same religion as we do. This is not a justifiable reason to fight so hard for the rights of our fair-skinned Palestinians and our blue-eyed Syrians, but not our east-African, dark-skinned brothers and sisters.
I feel that the fact that a hate crime even has to be ruled out very vividly states that racism is still very much alive around us. If a white man was shot execution style such as these three young men, a hate crime would be ruled in. That, or a terrorist attack.
Sources say that this incident is still being investigated, that authorities are unsure of who was responsible for the murders and what might provoked it. So again, how was a hate crime ruled out? Oh wait! That’s right, it couldn’t been a hate crime because two of the three victims were Muslim and all were minorities.
Above: Members of our very own community at UCR held and attended a candlelight vigil in remembrance of the victims and honoring their families on Thursday night (March 3).