Exile

our Mother's once bathed

us in the wells of Zam Zam

where the prunes hold

trees like the prayer beads

in the early morning sun.

we were born into dreams

of exile, misplaced in our

missophistication.

we came to this land

where we're called ethnic

……………………meaning

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our sister's bought barbies

bleached their hair blonde

and started avoiding the sun.

our brother's fell in love

with wealth and lost themselves

in anglicized names.

we listen to eurotrash music

forgetting how the Qu'ran

dances off the tongue

like divinity.

we dropped

farsiarabiturkieh

for ebonics that makes us all the

…………………………same

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we are the forgotten,

oppressed who turn on

the television to see

family members spitting

blood. and burying

our Father's hopes

of redemption.

then we agree on the

war. And smile when

we are called “terrorists”

because we don't think

it is us CNN is talking about.

now our children will have children

and soon the ancient speech

will be lost amongst these latin

derivatives. yes, it will never

be as it was though our deepest

desires are still longing…