“I dedicate this poem to all Muslims around the world. I dedicate this poem to those affected by the

Uyghur Camps. You are seen. Your lives matter." Olivia Opara

I am sorry.

For how the world sees you

For how the world treats you

But you are valid

You are loved

I am sorry.

For the world’s silence

For the world’s ignorance

Your people are dying

And no one is crying

I am sorry.

For the hate you face

For the terror you are forced to embrace

You are worthy

You are valuable

I am sorry.

For the fear that you live

For sadness that you bear

You are precious

You are needed



My Muslim Friends

I am sorry.

Olivia Opara