Poem by: Amira Hatoum
I know they made you feel
as if this was no longer your home,
as if you who helped built it
no longer belonged.
As if there was not enough room for an entire ocean,
let alone rivers to simply come and go.
People stop calling.
People stop caring.
People take what's yours
and say it was always theirs for the taking.
it was never yours to begin with.
that what's yours is theirs
and that you give it to them.
Turn your head
and even if your feet drag
you keep walking,
I'll tell you this.
Sometimes you find homes
out of people and friendships. Yes,
you find home is where the sky reaches the mountains, wherever there's an empty sky and
nothing for miles but running, running.