build/destroy/speak

I wrote this at the national membership meeting of Jewish Voice for Peace, in a workshop lead by my beautiful, loving, and talented friend Elaina Ellis.

12 march 2011

i did not realize
that my words are not stones
but bombs,
fired indiscriminately

creating rubble shrapnel
sinking
into the ground their toxicity
to poison our children’s children

and here no pageant of journalists
pornographic cameras human rights workers with clipboards
demanding
half
answers
to objectifying questions.

i am not
the wailing arab woman i was taught never to be:
instead now,
silence.

and what is left?
you
and
me
in the wreckage,
a room
where nothing changed physically.

and we build.

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About mirit mizrahi

artist, writer, activist, giant. זהירות! אני מזרחית
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