Lies,
how easily they are spoken...
This is a poem inspired by a favourite Whitney...
" Step by Step"...
From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...
They always asked
who you are...
White tile
white room...
Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...
Because I owe it to myself,
I will be a better woman...
Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...
I know
just how to push...
We as writers wedge an ink pen
deep within our hearts...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
Days until today,
we shared, once...