like/unlike moses

I wrote this poem at pesach last year, but I’m just sharing it now.

passover 2010 | 5770 פסח

i was born and made my way in the belly of the beast
it is here that my family lives, my community
i speak with fluency the oppressor’s tongue, most gracefully

painted white or brown when it’s convenient,
i have been blessed with the ability to travel between worlds–
i have been cursed with the necessity to travel between worlds

i am not a prophet to deliver my people from bondage.
i belong to so many peoples i could never even try.
i do not wander the desert–instead i traverse the streets when i find myself there.

wishing i were a giant, to kick down walls
instead, i am a child on my knees, madly tearing at the bricks
i endure because i do not bear the loneliness of a prophet

next year, next year, next year, next year
i refuse to wait for a free jerusalem to be handed to me from on high!
instead we must build it together–

unstoppable, like green shoots through the cracks,
and in a million years when it’s all overgrown
we will not sing the praises of a single prophet but the uplifting beauty of the joint struggle.

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About mirit mizrahi

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