"Society is ever so slightly white washed."

As the child of two immigrants from Iraq, I believe I have this ultimate superpower alongside a curse. I was born here, and I was raised here. I was taught to be proud of who I am as an individual. I was given that grand title of being a Muslim American. I thought it would be easy because this is the land of the free. I was wrong, oh boy I was wrong.

With my every day different colored scarf, I walk out of the house in fear, and sometimes in valor. You don't know what you're going to see every day. You don't have that power to know what's gonna come at you. You're only a mere human, thinking you have the world by its hands.

But you don't. (Sad reality check.)

The thing is, not everyone who lives in the US feels safe. You've got the mass school shootings, random black people getting shot by cops because for some reason they can't carry a firearm, you've got the Trump supporters who think they're better than everyone.

But, that's not how everything is. Not everything is sugar-coated, and perfect. You turn on the news, and you find some cruel stuff being said. We aren't a perfect nation. There is no such thing as a perfect nation.

I have this feeling deep inside of me, saying that this nation won't be able to fix itself. We go to war for no apparent reason, except for the oil. We attack immigrants because they come here for safety and a decent life. It's not their fault their countries aren't safe enough for their families.

I'm proud to be a Muslim American, and I'm proud to have parents that are from Iraq. I'm proud of who I am because I'm gonna let those people push me down. Yes, I've been called so many creative names. Names that I have never heard of. Here's a small list:

1. Raghead

2. Towelhead

3. Camel Jockey (I love this one)

4. Terrorist (That's a classic one)

This will probably piss some people off, so forgive me beforehand. Our society is slowly whitewashing itself.

Let's thank God for Lin Manuel Miranda. He's the only man who understands that we need more colored people recognized. If ya'll aren't familiar with this man, he's the angel who created Hamilton: The Musical. (Keep an eye out for this article.)

We have so many colored people that are recognized, and I am so freaking happy about that. Latinos and African Americans. But not once have I seen an Arab American being represented. Not once. It's as if we don't exist, or we don't deserve that shout out. Why do Arabs always play the terrorist in action movies? Why can't we play the hero? Can't we have an Arab Superman? Or maybe an Arab Batman? Some Arab Avenger?!

That isn't just my problem. I have so many other problems, but being me is a big one. I can't be myself because apparently 'being both a Muslim woman, and being part of the LGBT is a crutch'. A "good" friend drilled that into my head last night. It's the cause of this article. But those words are stuck with me forever.

Just because I am a Muslim woman, who's been wearing the scarf for 10 years doesn't mean I have special rights. Just because I have a girlfriend, and I am part of the LGBTQ+ community doesn't mean that I'm special.

I'm just a normal person with an unhealthy obsession with the Hamilton soundtrack, and dark chocolate. I'm just me, and if people out there are gonna make me seem like a villain because of a "piece of cloth", then they're wrong. I'm looking at all of those people who have talked me down.

I'm looking at you..., the guy who threatened to rip off my scarf in my 3rd-period Sociology class, just because you hated how I always spoke out without raising my hand.

I'm looking at the airport security, who just randomly pull you off to the side to just grope you, in case you're hiding a bomb in those folds of your scarf. (Update: this happened to an actor from Supernatural. So, I can't always use this example.)

I'm looking at the customer in Advance Auto Parts who called my father, a US Marine Veteran a "sand n*****" because he wouldn't let him return an item that has been opened.

I'm looking at those people who drive around Lincoln, with Trump flags waving from their trucks. Every morning. I'm not waking up to the sound of birds, I'm waking up to the sound of false promises, and stolen money.

That man you guys call our President isn't mine. He isn't my President, because it seems as if he doesn't know what's best for our country. He knows what's best for his economy, and his businesses.

The Syria attacks? That was the stupidest decision a President has made in my 19 years of being alive. Just a friendly reminder, you can't bomb and destroy a country because they launched chemical weapon attacks on their own people and then complain about the very people fleeing for their lives. This is a big ass example of terrorism but no one is gonna call it what it is because it came from America.

I took a poll on Instagram, asking my followers if they would consider me a colored person. I got 2 saying no, and I got 12 saying yes. Those nine included so many different colored people. I got a yes from friend who lived in Nigeria, I got a yes from a Trans, and so on and so forth.

So I am a colored person, and that isn't bad...it just means our opportunities are limited. Will I ever be President? Will I ever be an FBI Agent? (I'm looking at you, Bob. Get me a job watching people from the other side of the computers and phones.)

And now for our featured presentation;

My name is Sara Al-Yasseri, and I get pissed off when people stare at me as I'm walking to the food court to get food for my break. It's as if they haven't seen a Muslim before. I thank whoever gave Arab American's their own heritage month because it's about damn time. Ask questions next time before assuming, because assuming is never a good idea.

"Ask questions first, shoot later." - Dean Winchester

That's all folks. Thanks for tuning in. Next time, I'll write about something witty and not so serious.