in salameh بسلمة

may 2012

refugee mamas gonna walk
down the street with baby in arms
no fear in their eyes only
hope for the future

market place gonna be full
of many language voices
fruits bread sweets
sacred kitsch ancient and
just manufactured
like always but with a new

sito’s picture gonna hang
on the wall of his old home while
his grand children recall
when he called out its name
from california exile

no one will go feeling
like moon folks living
in the wrong place wrong time
fearing police men’s mistaken identity
fearing land lord’s knocking
fearing self in mirror each day

no one ever gonna forget
what it’s like to miss home
and lack for one

and they will treat each other

Salameh is the Palestinian village outside Jaffa upon which the southeastern neighborhoods of Tel Aviv and Ramat Gan are built. You can read more about it (in English, Arabic, and Hebrew) here:


About mirit mizrahi

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