I’ve been saying I’m going to write about this for weeks,
but the truth is,
I don’t know if I can
I don’t know how to make beautiful devastation.
See I hear «Lebanon»
I see red stripes and a cedar tree.
They tell me that 60 people were killed in a village outside of Beirut,
I see Aunt Ragida
The first female pharmacist in the history of Lebanon
I see a woman who overcame so much,
broke free from tradition,
and followed her dreams,
I see myself in the mirror at three years old,
she’s in front of me,
wiping her make up off of my face,
laughing, joyous, loving.
They broadcast the score
Israel-29 Lebanon-300
I see Uncle Osmat,
the one I’ve spoken with my whole life,
the one I’ve never met because
he was fighting this battle the year I was born.
I hear his voice, «anuphebic, habiti»
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