RUBBLE/REBEL iAM POETRY 2020
I am the rebel I am not a pawn in your game of empire I am only The broken Shackles Of my people In Gaza I am the rubble I am not the caricature that moves on your diamond screens I am only the home That you do not see as a home Unless you are the one living in it I am the rubble I am only Screaming at the top of my lungs Wide eyed Sun kissed hair Red spotted shirt Dotted with tears Clutching desperately unto loose sheets of paper I am the rebel
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I am only Imprisoned Fighting for the words Of my people
