Watching Away
January 28, 2007
My Lebanon ties you up
And tortures you
And when she falls
You fall with her
A broken woman
With an even more broken smile.
And once fallen
She tries to get up
But every time
Someone is there
Pressing against her back
She cries
She weeps
She screams rape
But no one listens
And those who do
Hurt her more.
But people get tired of watching.
They move to Iraq
And Lebanon gets the chance
To get up.
She gets up.
Her dark satin hair is dusty grey
Her cleavage is worn out and bruised.
Her once beautiful legs
Are unshaven and cut.
And her heart…
But Lebanon puts back on her make-up
She masks her memoirs of disaster
With her powder
And paints her lips
The color of the blood she so dearly lost
But she loves life.
She wears her panty hose
Even in the scorching summer.
Check out her Gucci shoes.
She is strutting in Downtown.
Yes,
She is sexy, isn’t she?
But they catch up to her.
She falls to the ground.
This time,
The cameras are watching
Her tears scar a beauty that is war-ridden
And tired.
This time,
She is tired
She is getting old.
You want to help her
You desire her happiness.
But she refuses to take your hand.
In an ordinary day,
She stands up
Me first!
Me last!
And with those puppy eyes,
You can’t help but fall in love with her all over again.
Ana- January 28, 2007
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