Anthropologists say we must immerse ourselves in a foreign world to truly know our own and philosophers say that for us to know ourselves we must put everything we think we know of ourselves and everything else to test. 

I did that and turned out I didn't know anything for sure, except that love can lift someone up and also kill you down. 

Palestine

 There was a land called Palestine 

Many even said Jesus was born there

But then the Israeli government killed

And maimed every last one of them

Just to make condos by the sea

This is a short story that took ages

But no one will feel/fill those pages

Heroes

 Hope is a boat 

Called Madleen 

Sailing to the shores 

Of heroes unseen 

For us to keep afloat 

Doing our daily chores 

They carry our hearts 

They fight our wars 

May they all be safe 

And bring in the light 

Of the obscured world 

Where they're the right 

For the people of Gaza

Especially the children 

Have more than bravata 

They have always risen 

 

We know the end is sure

But the world activists 

Don't become martyrs

Just of their own cause 

 I died when you left me

but the problem is 

you never do

You've hurt me really badly

 What more do you want from me? For me to stab myself in the heart and give you my blood?

 Love is the revolution. Ever changing with stable heart.

 Here I am, a human wreckage that survived it all - the family and friends that died and all the horrible things that I suffered - with much grace in the end. 

 I don't need your validation, you disgusting demented psychopaths of a people.

 healed enough to not deal with crazy ppl and coward men. 🙌🏽 

 Real love feels like a peaceful and safe home. I'm still to find one.