We argued…argued

arguments wanting to be civil.

Take breaks, smoke a cigarette together afraid

illuding time trying to fall it apart

unconflicted now more conflicted -

still very stuck

attempting to make duality make a

lock for us to stick to,

I am a child of unknown descent.

Innocent

of the condescending fashion

that you be asking me

questioning me

wondering ’bout my ethnicity,

making me aware…

They’ve sipped on all the fine Galilee wine
And feasted on Palestine’s finest veal
And now that they’ve finally gobbled it up all – whole
They decided to feed Gaza to the sea
PLO now liberates from high mantles and hotel suites

To me, the point of our prayers

is that they may reach Israel

through sound waves

like a wave, a wave of energy

blessing it thoroughly

and as I walked out from the subway

and through the door…

If we weave our faiths together
on the loom,
and we unify under a Silk
Road blanket that began in the East
my arms will wrap around you, scoop
you under and
fold over you…

Flint escapes this land of
Bani Na’im , the flicker
that her eyes once held
when rubbed dim with ash
isn’t me yet.

I got a writing spell
Thinkin’ about Palestine and Israel
When the nation fell
The former to the latter
It don’t even matter
All this chit-chatter
But no change…

Dusk approached cautiously as I steered myself

Carefully, down the steep, age-worn steps. As I walked,

I let my hand run lazily along the stones.

Their softness, testament

To the thousands who had made this journey before, many of them running