we are not numbers
emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights
Enough for me / to see my friends in / Pieces.
Enough for me
to see my friends in
Pieces
to see my home is
Destroyed
to see my siblings’
Tears
to see my loved ones have
Suffered
to see my university is
Vandalized
to see streets crowded with the
Displaced
to see hospitals full of people
Dead.
Enough for me
to grasp
my Vanishing dreams
to live
my life which has Passed
to touch
my precious things, all Buried
to devour the pollution spreading Everywhere.
