Rising above
Soaked in humiliation
Standing in the corner
Of the -security check- cubical
All alone
No mum to hold my hand
Or calm down my fear
No dad to hide my shame
And wipe my tears away
No shoes, no socks, no clothes
Not even underwear
After being stripped by her
The stern face of this woman soldier
Was looking down at me in fury and contempt
She started her interrogation:
Where are you going to?
Palestine, my little shaky voice replied
Where are you going to? louder and firmer
Palestine, swiftly this time
There is no Palestine, do you understand
No more Palestine
Where are you going? shouting with rage
Palestine, assertively
Determined to deny her the pleasure
Of hearing the word she wanted to hear
A refugee, visiting my stolen Palestine
For the first time since the occupation
A little girl of nine
Defiant full of dignity I leave
Holding in my heart
My very own victory
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Poetry for Palestine 
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