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Naomi Shihab Nye

The Burn

By Naomi Shihab Nye Such a swift lump rises in the throat when
a uniformed woman spits Throw it away!
and you tremble to comply wondering why
Grace Cavalieri

The Wall

By Grace Cavalieri The child stands weeping.
She holds uncooked rice in one hand waiting.
She's idealized into a picture
Kathleen Hellen

Belly Song

By Kathleen Hellen I sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son
Judith Arcana

Can Safety Matches Make Us Safe?

By Judith Arcana You read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
Jane Seitel

Suspension of Disbelief

By Jane Seitel I wake into yet another day of doubt
creeping in as ants through a warped doorjamb.
The morning news brings new atrocities
Claire Zoghb

War Story

By Claire Zoghb He’s put the war out of his mind. Shelling and murdered relatives behind him.
Deema K. Shehabi

Migrant Earth

By Deema K. Shehabi I could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
Melanie Graham

The Price of a Life

By Melanie Graham She appears again, 2-year-old riding her hip,
grief so great he can see through her birkha, past Qualaday,
into the kitchen, his mother nurturing chicken
in popping grease.
Lisa Suhair Majaj

Guidelines

By Lisa Suhair Majaj If they ask you what you are,
say Arab. If they flinch, don't react,
just remember your great-aunt's eyes.
M.J. Iuppa

Groundwork

By M.J. Iuppa The fence that wasn't a barrier, that didn't hold
anything back or up, but was the grid over the scene of
smoke rising, smoldering from September
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