Little Wars


My mom is Isreali and my dad is Palestinian, in my body both countries are still at war.

I killed an ant in Jerusalem today and I’m the mirror I saw the face of an enemy horde.

I mixed my spit in the sand and I can’t tell where one begins and the other ends.

When I return to Earth let me be as a bird, free to live wherever I please.

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