BORDER WISDOM the world is not as bad as our neighbors made it to be that day— we’ve seen worse days— and how beautiful they were, these days living strife: how we loved everything about not having to go to school: I won’t describe the past for you, I tell you I got held at borders, I tell you I am used to it, and what? What is this record you play over and over: don’t get used to it, you shouldn’t it’s sad—I bow in recognition: and after the long journey from border to border, wanting only piece after piece of these walls around me to start breaking, what does not getting used to it do for me? (Ahmad Almallah)
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This poem is simple on the surface, yet cuts so deep. It really makes you think. Thanks for sharing.