I too, was once a refugee
Shipped away in a truck
Wearing two dresses and jumper
In the heat of summer June
Fearing for her children,
Mama, ran away with four daughters
The oldest was seven and new born baby boy
Thousands upon thousands, fleeing for safety
Unlike many, I survived the bombing
Unlike many, didn’t drown at sea
Day after day, I waited to go home
Listening to the news, ever since
Hoping to hear “Palestinians, time to return”
A refugee in Libya, stranger in a strange land
Teacher asked, “where are you from?”
Full of pain, guilt and shame
I couldn’t pronounce the name
Lips sealed, and mouth dried out
I trembled and cried, sobbed out loud
Palestine, Palestine, Palestine
Raged in my anguished brain
Living on donation and UN aid
Flour and oil and sardine cans
Used clothes and shoes with holes
Too much to bear, for self-respecting souls
Children too, weep loss of dignity
Rob of homeland and rape of identity
Children too ache of humiliation
Of having no place to call home
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I am just silent in my mind as I try to absorb the truth from this poem.
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