I am a piece amidst millions of miles of land.
Stepped on
Thrown around by the wind of a dozen ominous hands
and left without notice.I do not exist.
I should exist.
I once did exist.I am the mother of the bravest dreamers
strongest fighters
and brightest believers.Bruised
I am.Abused
I am.Older than my identity crisis.
More wanted than the orange tree that the child feeds from in YaffaMy birth certificate is used against me.
It crumbles like a fragile scrap of paper.Like the one used to eradicate my existence.
A part of me still exists and breathes
Like a patient fighting for his life
on a respirator as doctors search for the valves that would pump life back into my shriveled heart.I exist.
I am known by billions and shared by millions.
Under a foreign name that I cannot succumb to call my own.But I exist.
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For Palestine.Edited: 05.14.21
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