the history goes, the first Intifada was a rain of teeth.
Shin Bet marvelled at the beast they created & became a celebration
of bullets. this mid-east Frankenstein. this brown rebirth. these fangs bare.
i once found home in the empty between clenched jawlines.
& that was the street my mother grew up where sand n----- flew out of
the mouth of a stranger, who was settler in this country.
that’s not the point. i mean, what does an immigrant call it
when they have no home to go back to?
once, i wrote down history & it was not a lie,
by which i mean my hands were not dripping,
i did not create a massacre in the erasure
& a white woman called me crazy he’s just crazy & i
became body of gritted teeth. of rising smoke,
exhaust from the torched city of me.
are you beside yourself yet? / have you retreated to your white god
-forsaken sanctuary? / am i SECURITY THREAT / enough?
the history goes, Israeli settler expansion was illegal under international law.
until it wasn’t. that’s not the point. the settlers were fleeing religious
persecution, much like pilgrim settlers fled for America. i mean,
what is colonization if not an aftermath of hands,
of men searching for home?
& i am the wrong landmass to beg a home of. just barely
a floating body. stone who refused to dance on water:
the oppressor knows not your howl, the way you splice
the air & that is freedom song.
video footage: israeli soldier shoots child armed with
stone. point blank. a mother shrieks. collapses.
empties herself of wind.
i still don’t know what to do with my hands in history class.