Killing me softly

My father is of Clan X
And my mother belongs to clan Y

I have

Grown older
Seen much
Heard more

I forever swallow vicious rumors
Fed to me by selfish hands
That would surely stab my back
When I turn away

I am forced to choose sides
divide my loyalties
as if my love understands boundaries

I am a love child
With a the seed of hate
Sprouting with within my heart
Its roots firmly entrenched
And hard to rip out

Everyday, without delay
It grows, branches and spreads like weeds
Chocking everything in comes in contact with
Forgiveness, peace, tolerance, and love
Wither away and fade

How could one tiny seed
Cause such havoc in the garden of my soul?

Because its sunlight is my anger
For which it reaches for eagerly
And I water it daily with my salty tears

Unintentionally
foolishly
I nurture it
When I listen to lies
And refuse to speak out
When I close my eyes
To the truth in front of me
When I follow popular opinion
Instead of the Quran

I am a love child
Slowly dying inside