by Abeer Bshtawi
Edited by Reema Assaf
Your body becomes your worst enemy
You drive yourself insane
No matter how long you hang in there
You know that eventually
You’re going to fall
Rising up, is a matter of time
Like gravity is for falling
Can I go to outer space?
I want to float.
Can I play one last game?
In the streets, as a kid
Like I never did before
Because where I come from
You can’t play in the streets, sir.
You can barely make a path to your car.
Where I come from
They come home from work
They find nowhere to park their cars.
Our streets are for cars only, sir.
Our windows, for watching the neighbors scream at each other, sir.
Our internet connection
From me sitting on the washing machine by the window
For free Wifi networks.
Our clothes from my father working night shifts only.
My love from my mom’s sweetness.
My goals from the pool of disappointments
I’ve been swimming in
Since I’ve seen light.
My pain from loving too much
My scars from trying too hard.
My life from someone else’s death?
Some might believe so.
I do not know
Whether it’s true, or not.
I’m certain of nothing, sir.
Abeer Bshtawi is a 26 years old Palestinian artist. She is experienced in the fields of theatre, digital, and performance art.This is her first poem to be published.
Reema Assaf is a 20 years old actress and a third year student in Haifa University, double majoring in Theatre studies and English Language and Literature.