Q: Who are you?
A: A Muslim
Q: Fundamentalist?
A: A Palestinian
Q: Terrorist?
A: A woman
Q: Oppressed?
Why paint me using no colour?
Why put me in boxes of your Creation?
Why hurt me with such Determination?
Why judge me with no appreciation?
Just light a little candle in your heart
To shed some light
You'll see me better
No doubt!
Keep me not in the darkness
Out of your sight
Open the boxes and let me out
Hurt me no more
You have no right
See me in full colour
Then, watch me with delight
Just let me be who I am
A human
Who chooses to love and serve her maker
Who happened to be a woman
From The Holy Land
Palestine...
YOU ARE READING
Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
