Bloom Where you are Planted
I’ve dug roots into the land
I was born in
that grew
through the dry layer
of Israeli sand
castles and fortresses
and below
into the rich
red
soil
of Palestine
I drink
deep
and I bloom.
Winter
Dedicated to my friends and heroes in Gaza
I am not quite alive
not quite dead
Some would say I
am not
dead
enough
ghostlike
silence
falls like snow
all around me
When I opened my mouth and screamed
no sound came out.
Or did it?
If sound came out of my mouth they would have heard me.
Wouldn’t they?
One day my rage
will melt
ice
into tears
will flow
feeding
wild
flowers
of spring.
for Freedom
Checkpoints full of families all dressed up
All the Men take off their belts
one by one
Waiting
Streets full of shining children in new clothes
All the Little boys hold toy guns
forming groups
Dreaming
This Eid is stained with longing
Simply beautiful. Thank you Neta!
Neta Golan is a… She lives in the occupied West Bank with her Palestinian husband and their three beautiful daughters- an illegal act under Israeli apartheid law.
Illegal act?? Really??
Beautiful. Sad and hopeful.