You call me a person of color
And you call yourself white
When you are cold you turn blue
When you are hot you turn red
When you are sick you turn yellow
When you are sad you turn grey
When you are angry your heart becomes dark
And after all of this, you call me a person of color
I am sick, afraid, hot, cold, angry, sad.
I am a breathless Person.
When I am an Arab you are suspicious
When I am afraid I run
When you are afraid you shoot
When I am angry I outrage
When you are angry you shoot
I walk alone
You walk in groups
I have a special need to be alive
I have a special need not to be afraid
A special need to walk peacefully
A special need to go to school without harassment
I don’t need 7 bullets in my poor body
You have a special need to love
A special need to be a human
I am an Arab when I am angry
I am an Arab when I am generous
I am an Arab when I dance Dabke
An Arab when I host strangers.
An Arab when I feed others.
I am an Arab with dignity
I might not have a citizenship, or legs or Arms,
You might prevent me from traveling,
Imped my movement, you might cut the water, try to block the sun, demolish my house. Even cut my breath.
But I am a heavenly citizen who has a loving soul. My spirit swims in the space.
When we both die we both turn back to dust.
But when I rise up from the dead, I want you to be in heaven with me.
“In the courts of the house of the LORD
In your midst Jerusalem.”
“Who will have pity on you, Jerusalem? Who will mourn for you? Who will stop to ask how you are?”
“Jerusalem, wash the evil from your heart and be saved. How long will you harbor wicked thoughts?”
“Take warning, Jerusalem, or I will turn away from you and make your land desolate, so no one can live in it.”
Shake off your dust;
Rise up, sit enthroned, Jerusalem. Free yourself from the chains on your neck”
I have posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem; they will never be silent day or night.
You who call on the Lord, give yourselves no rest,
“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.