Basman Derawi | 15-04-2019
Music is what sustains me through the challenges and monotony of life in Gaza. It literally "chills" me in times of stress and speaks to me when I question my ability to go on. This poem is dedicated to all of those musicians and song writers I have found on the internet.
In the delivery room,
I came to life in
a normal way.
A doctor checked me:
I was breathing,
my skin unblemished,
my limbs intact.
Like Lady Gaga singing,
I was on the right track.1
Now, at the crossing gate,
carrying my blue passport
and my bag.
My 100 percent Palestinian blood
rushes through my veins
like Britney’s toxic poison paradise.2
As I walk the streets,
I hear explosions all around.
I run, screaming.
Then another assault
and I am indoors,
flat on the floor.
Exhausted, barely breathing.
Trying to hold on to what I believe in.
In my head, I hear Kanye taunting,
“I’m the only thing I’m afraid of.”3
I am all of these feelings, at once:
Crying and singing and laughing,
fearful and resisting.
I am amazing, Kanye.
But I’m not toxic, Britney Spears.
As Lady Gaga says,
“I was born this way!”
For those who have not found these talented singers yet:
1 I'm on the right track, baby. I was born this way -- Lady Gaga.
2 You're toxic; I'm slippin' under with a taste of a poison paradise.--Britney Spears
3 I'm exhausted, barely breathing, holding on to what I believe in.
I'm the only thing I'm afraid of. -- Kanye West
Posted: April 15, 2019
Mentor: Zeina Azzam