Black Matta Poet Free verse

Not a Fairy Tale

I still remember
It was the last of November
It was raining all day long
And the wind was strong

I was only nine years old...
You were two years younger than me
I opened my arms widely
Then we hugged each other

Were I your mother,
I would do the same and more!
We sneaked to the backyard
My parents stayed inside

The storm hit the whole city
But Israel hit our own home!
People rushed from everywhere
But I was full of despair!

We stayed alone
Without mom
Without dad
Without home!

Both of us
No one else
We were there inside a tent
I was shivering, and you too

The tent was about to fly
As the storm started to blow
You missed your teddy bear
I missed my warm blanket
Alas...
The torrent pulled them all

Were I able to change the calendar
I would delete that November
It was raining bombs and rockets
Oh my mom... Oh my dad
I would delete that day...
When you both passed away

8/14/2015

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Ibohal Kshetrimayum October 28, 2018 at 2:10 AM Love the poem. It makes me remember Darwish. God bless. Black Matta October 28, 2018 at 5:35 PM Oh, this is so much for me. Thank you for the compliment.

Kim Merryman July 20, 2016 at 7:39 PM Heart wrenching and tragic, but well written! Congrats on your win! Blessings! Black Matta August 14, 2016 at 10:48 AM Thank you, Kim!

Beautiful Scars July 16, 2016 at 2:22 PM Black, congrats on your placement and thank you for being a part of my contest :)-luloo Black Matta July 17, 2016 at 8:30 AM Thank you, Laura. I hope to write new poems to join the coming contests.

Skat A January 14, 2016 at 9:39 PM I was moved by your poem.... Hugs.............SKAT Black Matta January 15, 2016 at 8:15 AM Thank you, SKAT A :)

Kamran Rashid August 28, 2015 at 2:07 PM MY HEART goes out when i c people suffering and dying , but would also say love the courage you have there, stay strong and hate none , fear 1 ALMIGHTY . you made me cry reading this and i can still see that picture infront of may may allah bestow them with jannah pleasee find some time to read some poems of me , you will find a story so same love from kashmir@ krb Black Matta August 28, 2015 at 6:05 PM Thank you, Kamran. I appreciate your reading and your honest feelings towards my cause and my people. I also wish you a better life, full of peace and love.

Jeanette Anderson August 23, 2015 at 11:48 PM Blackmatta, again, well done. Have you entered contests or been published in Palestine? Have you read the book of poems titled A BIRD IS NOT A STONE? Do you have a favorite Palestinian poet? Black Matta August 24, 2015 at 7:50 AM Thank you, Jeanette. I haven't entered any contest yet and I have just read about the book "A bird is not a stone". It is a wonderful idea, indeed. I like Mahmoud Darwish, Sameeh Al Qasem, Moeen Bseiso and others.