Wednesday, December 7, 2016


I speak the tongue of a broken people.
Whose lungs are filled with water of the Mediterranean.
Whose hands hold the dust of foreign streets, they walked on to get to the boat that drowned them.
Whose feet dangle just on the ocean surface show the scars of the journey.
Whose dreams of living in a land that's not their own, but is more peaceful then home is now gone with them.
I speak the tongue of a poetic people.
Whose hymns and rhythms are echoed by a now scattered generations.
Whose elders represent the depths of their spirit.
Whose laughter represents their pain and joy equally.
I speak the tongue of a fierce people, whose strength has been wasted on each other.
Foolish judgement and risky actions caused an age of uncertainty.
An era of questioning identity...

Betra "Aaliyah" Hussein

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