They stare at her
They stare at him
They stare at them.
They stare at me
They stare at her.
For her long sleeves
Her head scarf
Her skin color
And her sheltered smile
They stare at him.
For his long-bushed beard
His strong dignity
His skin color
And his welcoming hand
They stare at them.
For their close trust in one another
Their unusual behavior
For their heads that face the other way
And eyes that always look ahead
And feet that keep walking
They stare at me.
And so I dare them to look back
I dare them to see me as me
Not
As the ones who'll never live to be.
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Let Me Speak
PoetryLet me speak for all of the people in the Middle East who want their voices to be heard. Let me tell you just how hard is. Let me shape how life threatening it can become. Let me explain to you what the media doesn't want you to know. Let me sho...
