Tag Archives: Hate

Apathetic Times

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We live in the days of Malice…
…selfishness make us callous.

All we desire is to pursue our own wants…
…we live by immorality, demonic thoughts.

All day in, all day out…
…we complain & shout.

Forgetting just all too often…
…to be grateful for something.

We look down upon those who have less…
…thinking material things equal success.

It’s like we only concern ourselves with Fashion’s latest trends…
…or how many millions our favorite celebrity makes and spends.

We worry too much about when’s the next time we will eat Steak or Lobster…
…while millions of People on the Planet die because they lack clean Water.

But, in the end, we just chase the Illusion…
…to an dauntingly never ending conclusion.

We perceive that this is all there is to life…
…attaining things while causing others strife.

There will be a day when we will regret not caring for one another…
…we’ll be shamed for treating our fellow Man as less than a brother.

There will be fear, we will shed tears…
…and know that this day is very near.

Gareth Bryant/2015

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Yasmin Mogahed’s position on the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict:

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Author’s-Note:
Yasin Mogahed’s spin on the issue takes us to a place that we ca all relate to: it sets us up & forces us to truly reflect upon the different scenarios that she presents, and how we would view them, had they been in place of the Palestinian-Israeli issue.

I used to wonder why some Palestinian people would engage in actions that could only provoke the aggressor further. Then I realized that to ask a people to live quietly, while they have no justice and no freedom, is to ask them to live “peacefully” as slaves. “Peace” without justice or freedom is slavery. It’s like asking a battered woman to live “peacefully” with her abuse. We all want the bloodshed to stop. But what about the daily humiliation and institutionalized oppression?

I was reminded of a part in “The Hunger Games” when Katniss considers abandoning the resistance against the oppressor, in exchange for “safety”. Gale’s response was telling. He said: “Safe to do what? Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping?”

Consider this: If a woman is being raped, things would be a lot more “peaceful” if she didn’t resist. But, asking her not to resist–just because her attacker is physically stronger–is asking her to accept her own abuse and oppression for the sake of “peace”. This is what the world is asking Palestinians to do.

And sometimes what seems to the world as just ineffective tactics, like throwing a rock at a tank, is in fact an act of resistance. It is a powerful statement to the oppressor–and the world–that they refuse to be enslaved. That dignity and self-respect are even more beloved to them than their own lives.

It is a statement that you can take their lives. But not their freedom.

Yasmin Mogahed/2014

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Appearances are not Realities!!!

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I’m from the Hood, with a heart of Gold.                                                                                                                                                                 I’ve never been rich, but never been sold.

I’m scruffy, like a pad of Brillo.                                                                                                                                                                                      My skin, thick as an Armadillo.

But, my touch is as soft as Clouds.                                                                                                                                                                                   My voice utters only sweet-sounds.

So, don’t judge me, just because of my surface.                                                                                                                                                        If all you see is color, your opinion is worthless.

Don’t be blinded, by society’s portrayal of of purpose.                                                                                                                                       Dig deep inside a person, to discover their true virtue.

Don’t treat others like they’re a bunch of Clowns at a Circus.                                                                                                                     Never forget to treat others as you’d want them to treat you.

I hope that you don’t mind, I’m just venting a lil’-bit.                                                                                                                                                I just get tired of people judging others without merit.

Gareth Bryant/2013

2012 in review:

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The Opera of Obscurity:

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My yearning for Isolation:

I wish I were still in the womb.
I’d like to call it my birth-tomb.

It is just like a Cocoon, in it I am wrapped inside.
Divorced from the world, my perfect way to hide.

Protected, unjudged, allowed to be free, and unplugged.

No one’s here to disturb or mock me.
I’m in a place no one can enter or see.

My privacy is an actuality, not just a mere ideal.
I want true peace of mind, something that’s real.

In the outside world, I feel hated, unwanted and unloved.

The Facade that I’ve established:

People always say, “Wow…you’re a really good brother.”.
But, when I see myself, I only really see myself as another.

I see utter ugliness that’s within me, that I don’t want to be revealed.
So far, I’ve done a lot to keep the skeletons in my closet concealed.

However, the truth is all known to Allah, I can’t hide anything from Him.
Don’t be surprised that when I die, my legacy ends up looking quite dim.

Oftentimes, the truth about people are never discovered, until after their demise.
What they hide from the world eventually gets exposed, what an ironic surprise.

My only hope is that Allah spare me embarrassment in death, the way He’s spared me in life.

The Lifelong Road:

Never did I ever think that my odyssey to find myself would make me even more lost.

However, I must stay the course, find what I’m still looking for, regardless of the cost.

What I need to discover is more important than the pain of treading the road to find it.

Everything in life is hard; however, giving up makes nothing any easier.

It’s better to struggle and never win, than to settle for being the looser.

This world is like a puzzle & I must remove all of the pieces in my life which don’t fit.

This life is but a dense forest; yet, I must clear my own path.

And, it must be done right, to secure me from Allah’s wrath.

Gareth Bryant/2012

My Love-Letter to the one who refuses to love me back:

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I’m not in despair, and I no longer care.
You really didn’t want me at all anyway.

I now see who you really are, it’s clear.
You just wanted to pass the time of day.

You knew in your heart that you didn’t want me; but, you kept it going.
You already had it in your mind that I would be like the others, coying.

There was this mythos within me that you were looking to explore.
But, then you got attached, then, you realized that I wanted more.

Then, you used the excuse of your family to say that it wouldn’t work.
You only compared me to every other man, whom to you was a jerk.

You prejudged me even before you knew me.
There’s so much to me that you refuse to see.

To you, I was just some regular Nigger from the hood, with no culture.
I was just some Revert-Muslim, without any past & without any future.

You were too hasty to wait for me to get things established.
You let haters you know make your decisions, it’s so tragic.

But, it’s okay, you’ve decided to run away.
After you had nearly sent my heart astray.

I wanted to do things right, and you just wanted a good-time.
Then, apparently, you just get this epiphany, that is sublime.

You want to run away from me, all because you’re afraid of how I would be perceived.
You’ve allowed others, who only look at the surface, decide who you want to be with.

The whole thought of you actually letting these people control you cannot be conceived.
But, then again, this is how you’ve wanted it; you yourself hadn’t ventured for any depth.

But, where is your own stance, and resolve; you need to stop letting people control your life.
If you would actually call it quits, because of only perceptions, then I need you not as a wife.

Now, I will never claim that I did nothing wrong.
And, I wouldn’t dare sing the blame-game song.

I know that I’ve sinned and brought sorrow to my own soul.
Now, my heart has dark-spots, the hues of mountain coal.

But, it’s a 50/50 split whenever things in relationships go wrong.
You knew in your heart you did not want this to go on very long.

You said that you would wait; yet, you are not displaying any inkling of patience.
You’re ready to just pack-up & go when things don’t go your way, at an instance.

You said that you would rather not speak to me or see me instead.
Now, if this is at all true, then why are you still my Facebook friend?

If you’re really serious about no contact with me, why not just cut me off?
Just release me, as the Lungs release dust & particles through a cough?

Gareth Bryant/2012

My Transition from Boy to Man:

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I was once a Boy:

I used to be a boy.
My life was a toy.

I would take things lightly, and shun responsibility, but that was clearly in the past.
Pursuing the fleeting and worthless pleasures, you think you want, really never last.

I used to think of myself as the “ladies’-man”; I arrogantly thought that I had the world in my hand.
We are crucially warned in the Qur’an, to not be like those people who tread pridefully in the land.

But, Allah taught me that once you depart from Him, He’ll make you lose yourself thereafter.
It took a lot of pain & loss to come to realize that when things get tough, people will scatter.

Everyone who cracks a smile isn’t a friend; if a woman lets you have her, it doesn’t mean she loves you.
There’s much more to people than just a nice body, a pretty face; eventually they show their colors true.

He allowed heart-breaks & head-aches to invade my personal-space, to teach me that I was all-wrong.
However, learning the reality of the deception of others has not weaken me; rather, it’s made me strong.

This boy whom people once knew, this quiet, simple, naive young boy has long died.
My foolish mistakes and your trials & tricks have killed & buried him, his body cold.

I’m now a Man:

Today, I am now a Man.
I have a brand-new plan.

No longer will I submit to the whims of others, be deceived by the infatuation of false-lovers.
Things look really good wrapped-up; but, the ugliness is revealed once you are undercovers.

People love to tag you along & play the game, to do to you what others have done to them.
They treat you like you’re an enemy to them, it’s like “survival of the fittest”, “sink or swim”.

I will not allow myself to ever love someone who neither cares nor loves me back.
I must return to Allah through obeying Him and put myself back on the right track.

I’ve matured, and realized that not everyone is nice.
If you let them, they’ll use you, as their own device.

Some may call me cynical; but, I think of life literal; reality often hits you hard.
People have ill-will and you have to be on your toes; you always stand guard.

This is a part of “growing-pains”; but, I hope to be done with injury.
With Allah as my Lord & my wits intact, I’m sure to achieve victory.

Gareth Bryant/2012

My thoughts on the Sikh Temple shooting in Milwaukee, Wisconsin:

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When people think about Wisconsin, they usually think about cheese, not murder, especially when these murders are xenophobically motivated. This Summer will be known for a lot of things, and unfortunately, murders will be at the top of the list, of our 2012. First, it was the gruesome murder of Trayvon Martin, then, the recent, well-known, Batman movie tragedy, and, now, it’s a copy-cat kind of massacre, that has swept across the American heartland, in Milwaukee, WI. And, personally, I feel & fear that this is going to continue for some time-These copy-cat murders are definitely on the way, and our Federal government needs to do something substantial, in order to properly protect its citizenry.

It’s just really sad how much people don’t value the Human worth of others, soley because they ascribe to a different religion, or come from a different place. I’ve often questioned myself, as to how violent our world is now, and am deathly afraid of raising children in this modern age. I don’t want my children to be victimized by violence, just because they’re Muslims, or just because they’re Afro-American, or just because-I want not my children to be subjected to live in fear of being killed or arrested, because they don’t fit the prototype of a white cast member of 90210 or Gossip Girl. They should be able to enjoy the right to live just like any other Human being. But, unfortunately, there are people, still, within the borders of our United States, a nation of migrants immigrants & more accurately, foreigners, who still have the nerve to view others as undesirable foreigners, who stand as a threat to the American way of life. These string of tragedies have proven one thing to me: We, the people of the United States are not united in any way at all. We all love to proclaim this esoteric, and utopian facade of freedom, justice & equality in America. But, where was the freedom to live & be left alone for people like Trayvon Martin, or the victims of the Batman movie massacre, in Aurora, CO, or the victims of the Sikh temple massacre, in Milwaukee,WI?

The major problem is that racial/religious-profiling has not been dealt with as seriously as it should be. There definitely has to be greater resources expended by local, state & Federal governments, to ensure that people living within the borders of the United States are safe. And, just making gun-laws more restrictive is not going to solve the problem, for several reasons: One, illegal guns have always been smuggled in the United States, for decades, and the United States, at different times in her history (like in the case of the Iran-Contra Affair), has actually benefited from gun-smuggling. Two, the right to bare arms is part of the U.S. & state constitutions, and for you to infringe on those rights, you would be infringing on certain freedoms that are part of the legal fabric of our nation.

However, still, there has to be ways in which people, whom are criminals (felons, etc.) never have access to arms. But, they do. As in the case of the murderer of Trayvon Martin: George Zimmerman had been charged with two separate felonies: “resisting officer with violence” & “battery of law enforcement officer”. Although when these two charges were dropped, someone should’ve red-flagged this guy, when he went to purchase some guns. And, unfortunately, he was not, and because of this lack of proper background checking, a young Trayvon Martin is now dead.

Likewise with the murderers of the Batman movie massacre & more recently, the Wisconsin massacre, Wade Michael Page & James Eagan Holmes, respectively-How did these guys get their guns?!!! The failure of gun-control is not the result of lack of laws regulating it, it’s a problem in which race, class, and regional residence play a significant part in who gets guns & who doesn’t. For example, if you’re a white man, living in Arizona, the likeliness of you getting harassed about buying & owing a gun is a hell of a lot less, as opposed to being Afro-American or Latino, living in a major city, like New York, Chicago, L.A., etc., regardless of the fact that those living in a major city may very well have clean records. But, because of their ethnicities, and where they live, they’re automatically red-flagged, when it comes to arms possession, which is not right, not, fair & not democratic, period.

My stance is that the main problem & solution to gun-violence, whether it’s in the slums of Atlanta, New York, Chicago, Miami, or LA., or in the posh, polished, suburbs of places like Beverly Hills, lies exclusively regular everyday people just like you & I. It is we, the people of this nation have the moral, ethical, and legal responsibility, to not just change things, but, to improve things & not just for ourselves, rather, for our communities & our country.

Gareth Bryant/2012

My thoughts on Feminism (The hatred & disrespect of Men):

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Author’s note:
Since I’ve already written a poem about Misogyny, it’s just as fair to write one about Feminism as well. Feminism, as we know it to be has been incepted to be an alternative for women to Misogyny, to combat Misogyny even. However, unfortunately, it has begun to cause the same ill-affects that Misogyny has. We as Muslims, fellow Human beings, need to find better alternatives to dealing with the opposite gender, as opposed to attempting to get one leg up over one another. I’ve exclusively targeted the modern Muslim woman, who has full-throtled accepted this pathological concept known as Feminism, which basically teaches women that we’re crap, as a result of what’s between our legs, which we didn’t even give ourselves and/or what the next man has done negatively. Bitterness, as a result of negative experiences with men generally, have promoted & propelled the women of our world to view men as untrustworthy & worthless at the same time. This poem is geared towards shedding some light on this issue, that we, as men & women (particularly Muslim men & women) can ween ourselves off of having enmity against one another, based upon biological factors that none of us are in control over.

Please, don’t hate me:

Why must you be against me?
What have I ever done to you, to make you not wanna be my ally?
I have been prosecuted, without an opportunity to produce an alibi.

What have I done as a man, to make you look at me with utter disgust?
I’m not your enemy; don’t view me as the one who’s scared you.
I care for you; whether you believe it or not, what I tell you is true.

Why am I always the one to blame for the next man’s folly?
Never have I beaten you, but you’d threaten me with the dreaded “9-11” call.
You would throw all my faults in my face, just to prevent me from standing tall.

You claim to be an independent woman, yet you expect me to maintain you, and to be used as a tool.
Then, you turn around & attempt to disgrace me; you go out of your way to make me look like a fool.

Your resentment for my gender doesn’t make you superior, it just makes you petty.
Don’t make biases against other creations of Allah, the Devil has done this already.

He hated our father Adam, just because he wasn’t a Jinn.
What makes you think that hating men will give you a win?

Gareth Bryant/2012