blackgirl on mars: notes on a life in copenhagen (or how my alienation brings me closer to people).

a great miracle happened here a festival of lights a casting of lead upon children an army feasting on epiphany i know nothing under the sun over the wall no one mentions some must die wrapped in floral petroleum blanket no coverage i have come to every day armageddon a ladder left unattended six candles burn down a house a horse tied to smoke some must die to send a signal flat line scream live stream river a memory longer than life spans the living want to die in their country no open doors no open seas no open hands full of heart five daughters wrapped in white each day jihad each day faith over fear each day a mirror of fire the living want to die with their families the girl loses limbs her brother gathers arms some must die for not dying children on hospital floor mother beside them the father in shock this is my family i have failed them this is my family i did not raise their heads i have buried them my family what will i do now my family is bread one fish one people cut into p...

There's a lot going on in the world right now that puts me at a loss for words. I often wonder how the world would be if we dropped bread instead of bombs. People call me an idealist but I would rather be that than receive a note, floating from the sky, telling me that I must leave my home because soon, the entire area will be bombed--yet there is no place to go. I know shit is complicated. All I am saying is: violence begets more violence. Whether you talking about domestic, social, cultural. It's not higher math. Anyway, I received the following from poet Suheir Hammad, and was very happy to receive it: famalam light i wish for you health love family music light dance heart poetry justice love all year. below links i've been reading and researching. i've received emails from folks wanting to understand gaza, hamas, this current time. i'm at a loss, deep. i keep thinking this is all my family has ever known. i tried to find articles esp written by women. i'...