Basically, tomorrow, I will be reading a poem that wrote at an event and there will be like 100+ people there. So I'm really nervous.
Here is the poem: (Read it and tell me what you think)
Palestinian occupation,
It reflects my frustration.
Especially when we have to live off donations.
Stuck indoors, day after night.
Too scared to put up a fight.
Curfew today, curfew tomorrow.
Once again, it reflects my sorrow.
Gunshots fill the night,
Making me shiver with fright.
Bombs exploding every hour.
Making me wince, making me cower.
Our fragmented family waits by the door,
Waiting for dad to come home.
My mother wipes away her tears,
Trying to smile at us, ignoring her overwhelming fears.
I study the solider who waits by his tank,
I search his eyes,
They are cold, unfeeling, blank.
Do they not feel the pain?
Or do they just see what they gain?
They want us to break, but we stand strong.
They want us to cry, but we hold on.
They want us to give up, but we will not.
For we know exactly how they plot.
But I still,
Want to scream and shout and plead!
For anybody out there to save us from this misery.
To have a single ounce of mercy
And rescue us from this burning agony.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this,
I did my homework and cleaned my room!
But it still wasn’t enough to save me from this doom.
It feels as if there’s not hope.
With hundreds of people dying every day,
But it’s not like we can fight back anyway.
Wherever I look is destruction,
Never construction.
I don’t know how much longer I can cope,
With no hope.
All I can do is say,
Please, please help us.