Rising above
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 
Nicely-written poems; sadness-inspiring words.
I hear the strong voice behind the lines.
I think your poems was written while you were weeping.( particularly the first poem)
May you give me your emails to be in contact more?
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I know what you write about.I lived in concentration camps before and they influenced my whole life! those were Japanese camps .
Great sorrow my heart has to endure that humans still continue to do harm to other humans , especially when they claim to have suffered
themselves concentration camps etc. mariakrmrs@gmail.com
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