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The Academy of American Poets has published this poem, and that is a very, very good thing.

Can we take a rest? Maybe die for a few months or years and wake up when the poem is complete, when the flowers in our garden start to grow, their scent luring the sparrows into visiting our house, our house that’s now a small forest of rubble.

I can’t deal with the vampire Lestat’s melodrama and obsession with his mama

Three customers and forty minutes of wait time. I still dread the days I need to visit an SIB branch.

Fighting from outside is harder than I thought But no worries at all Everyone is trying to pull me to his side Nobody cares about me as a person or as a Palestinian They just seeing me as a content to get more reach Everyone is trying to push me in politics and no one cares about what I lost or been through Me(Gaza) But in every dark place there is kind of hope I was never going to be able to continue without this hope (some people)

So, I had to evacuate for a lot of reasons you all know some of it but not all of it. Thank you all Pray for Gaza.

Even if I made it and stayed a live, will I be mentally able to enjoy a moment in my whole life?

I offer this to all who may need it today.

@ukaul Ahhh I totally believe this 🙏🏽🙏🏽💯💯✨

@beeeerz Listen to the stubborn child... there is a message she wants to communicate. The more you ignore it... the more you push it down .. the more the grief grows...

There are enough days that you think you are back, making jokes and making plans, until you feel the random weight on your shoulders, the extra pounds on your mind, the general, sudden sink, & you remember the stubborn child still sitting on top of you. you name it grief

Always returning to this poem by @SeanLemonhead:

it is not the eyes that are blind, but the hearts 22:46

convince yourself to look; so you won’t forget. you must always remember

these are the kind of days that reveal the quality of souls

Every child killed in Gaza today would be alive if we had a cease-fire yesterday. These are the stakes. This is our failing. You can retweet this everyday until a cease-fire happens because it remains true. How high does the pile of bodies have to get?

And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. - Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar

the children