This place they call Palestine

Guest contribution by Becky G.

I was on the bus on the way home in the middle of the night. I was the only one up while the other passengers were sleeping. Naturally, I looked out the window at the dark flitting surroundings that we passed. These were homes that we were passing—and I was heading home as well. The thought of Palestine entered my mind. How is it like for those living over there?

I only know what I have learned and heard from outside sources. I have no personal or firsthand connection to Palestine, yet a piece of my heart belongs to it. I started writing, imagining the protests and voices, near and far, in support of this humble land and its people. It was a montage of people from all around the world doing their part mixed with images of all that the Palestinian people have had to endure all these years. I wrote this poem trying to capture the unity, heart, and ardor of which we all have for Palestine.

The streets fill with the sounds of the people—my people.

Voices of the familiar and the unfamiliar—

All interacting and resonating for this place they call home.

This place they call Palestine.

The voices echo the pain of those who struggle.

The cries remember the love of those left behind.

The shouts commemorate the hope of the hearts joined together.

Together for Palestine.

Becky G.

Becky G. is a third-year student at Loyola University Chicago. She has been a supporter of the Palestinian cause since first learning about it in high school. She is an avid poet and can oftentimes be found recording her thoughts.

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