In 1948 WAR, my grandmother was a young mother,
My mother was a child in 1948
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In 1967 WAR my mother was a young mother,
I was a child in 1967
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In 1987 WAR, I was a young mother,
My daughter was a child in 1987
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In 2014 WAR, my daughter is a young mother
My granddaughter is a child in 2014
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EVERY SINGLE ONE of us,
FIVE generation girls/ women/ mothers/ grandmothers
Have lived the Nakba
Repeated over and over and over again
Filed under: poems for Palestine | Tagged: Liberation, Nakba, Palestine |
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So sad when people cannot be free and others seek to control every part of their lives.
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