Tel Aviv is that woman battered and bruised, who cleans herself up and puts on her makeup and best dress.
Who faces the day with the brightest of smiles to show the world that she is just fine.
That she will be fine.
She is all light and sun, positivity and hope. She is kind to everyone, accepting of all.
She is everyone’s friend because that is how she feels.
That everyone should have the chance to be normal- to be free.
And that is all she wants. To be like all the others.
Her something for everyone and judgment of none.
Her, let’s just be the best we can be — and be good to one another as we go along.
But she is Tel Aviv. And she is bruised.
She is Tel Aviv and she is stalked.
She is Tel Aviv and there are those who want to see her fall. On her knees at their mercy.
But she is Tel Aviv and she is strong.
She is Tel Aviv and she is beautiful.
She is Tel Aviv and she will shine on.