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I am Palestine

I'm not a painting where you can change my colour
Nor a book where you can swop me for another
...

Palestinian am I.
No one can take away from me
My identity,
For it is mine.
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Tchaikovsky

Settling in my seat, listening to Tchaikovsky's Seasons symphony,
Knowing not where my pen is going; is it on the straight line or another zigzag will be drawn?
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She wrote in her diary every night

When bullets passed by her window… she wrote
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Its calm place, wide space, extremely endless, no way..
where Im walking on the beach alone...! !
Isee lines of th sun, hear nobody, no ship &
Ilovely feel liberty of th nature..but, in alone..! !
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In the sky of the Old City
A kite.
At the other end of the string,
A child
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You are still occupied my land & settle my territories, and
kill my civil every moment, then
Devastate my buildings & mosques..!
Then you are talking about th peace..! !
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Aboda Awed Biography

Say to Palestina: im still alive breath freedom & honuor, Im palestine forever.. To the moon: friends on the moon who always think ever on me (th moon) .. To my friends: when i go away, going to sky where r the moon sun & stars, ifeel them & smile too that blieving im not alone.. About Me: Iam(Palestinian) and so proud...)

The Best Poem Of Aboda Awed

I Am Palestine

I am Palestine

I'm not a painting where you can change my colour
Nor a book where you can swop me for another
Or change my name to suit the face
Or change the character or the place


Nor change the position given to me by Allah

Or use a legalisation to make me bleed even further
And build walls to corner
The children of Palestine

I'm with a name, a home, a way of life
And what I want is you take a skin dive
And see the ocean of blood that flows through me
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers who would've still be alive
If you had the courage to save me,

I am Palestine

What you care what the media says about me
They cannot change, paint or corrupt my true identity
It cannot be erased or imprisoned in politicians love for money
It cannot be hidden by corrupt leaders who don't hear me
Nor those who use me to create some superficial destiny

I am Palestine

Tanks may roar, planes and missile poison the sky
Thousands to millions may die
And still you, O Ummah, you lie
Living, speaking my name and cry
When I want action

I am Palestine

Do something, write, march, shout, reply
For the tears of my children pain me deeply when they cry
I wish I could hold them like eagles that fly
Carry them to a place so safe instead of hearing them cry, 'why, '

A billion strong can shine through
O Ummah! What is wrong with you? !

I am Palestine

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