@yousefelqedra.bsky.social
Palestinian poet living in the Gaza Strip
With a severed hand, I shake hands with the world,
With an eye gouged out, I see it,
And with feet that have lost the ability to move,
I walk toward it.
Oh world,
Be as clear as our helplessness
And as kind as our broken hearts.
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I stand alone
Like a stone forgotten on a mountain,
I know the wind will pass by,
But it will never take me with it.
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Hunger is the song with no melody,
a dance in suffocating emptiness,
the poem the body writes with a tied tongue.
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I see it in the eyes of lurking stones,
in the cries of empty birds,
and in the reflection of my shadow on a bare wall,
as if I were a ghost digging a shelter beneath its skin to escape.
Hunger
It is here,
and everywhere.
In the bend of the road,
in the slow step,
and in the gaze that precedes the question but never asks it.
This is hunger.
Hunger is not a beast,
but a stranger knocking at your door,
sitting at your table,
and sharing the air with you equally.
