68 years ago....

68 years ago 
my home was no longer free 
I became a "refugee"

68 years ago 
I was forced to live in three foreign lands, 
away from my grandfather's love 
and my grandmother's caring hands. 
I couldn't bury them 
nor in their funerals stand

68 years ago 
I became a victim of colonization 
I was hit with a somber realization 
that although I am the victim here, 
here........I need to live in fear
fear that if I am to speak about a 68 year old atrocity, 
I will be faced with a distorted representation 
of the monstrosity that lives on to this day, 
on my land 
on the bodies of my people
on anything but the minds, hearts or consciousness of a world that has become accustomed to complacency

68 years ago my "situation" became "complicated"
68 years ago the brutal occupation of my land became a "conflict"
68 years ago was the first black mark on a white page the world had supposedly started. 

68 years ago I became a refugee
68 years ago I became.....me

#NakbaDay #Nakba #Palestine #IamARefugee

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