A poem written amid grief, heartache, and a mental breakdown. My latest in Palette Poetry.

As of this writing, the genocide of Palestinians has been going on for a month. It’s actually been happening for 75 years, but I’m speaking of this most recent, direct wave in which the world is watching.

I’ve been writing through my mourning. I’ve written amid grief and heartache with and for my people, while also having multiple mental breakdowns.

I wrote “ars poetica of patridges & palestine” at 3am one night when I couldn’t sleep because the images of my people buried under the rubble of houses that had been hit by IsntReal’s airstrikes kept me awake. I’m proud that the poem found a home at Palette Poetry and I’d be honored if you read it.

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