The Poem Is In My Hands, And

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

Sometimes I Feel As If I Am Read Before I Write. When I Write A Poem About My Mother, Palestinians Think My Mother Is A Symbol For Palestine. But I Write As A Poet, And My Mother Is My Mother. She's Not A Symbol.