When you look at me, what do you see ? A human being of flesh and blood? What do you believe is reasonable?
At the gym,
I am dressing In the locker room when A duet of Hebrew rises over the metal divider wall. My drowning heart grasps for any snippet As if it were oxygen: Yofi, HaLaila, Laughter.
I am overcome. This music undoes me, Hot droplets of exile Spill down my cheeks.
I thank the women for their Ivrit, Beg them to never stop, Tell them I dream of returning To Jerusalem For Purim, B’ezrat Hashem.
I am that little girl who
Hid in her bedroom Each night after Performing in The Nutcracker Ballet With a makeshift menorah: A red cookie tin filled with Pine-scented votives, Not knowing what I was doing, Or why, Or what to say,
Or how to pray.
I am but one of The legions of indigenous people Wrested of our mother tongues, Mouths colonized. I want my words back. I want all of us returned to our Original beauty.
On behalf of every woman and man Of every diaspora Dispossessed of their respective Ancestral homelands, I am fighting for the language That was taken.
When I have readied myself, And the time does come, I will abandon the imprisonment Of the oppressor’s tongue. I hereby declare and demand My right to exist as I am.
May we all feel native soil Beneath our feet. May we breathe. May we be liberated. May there be peace.
The premier West Coast Hevria event is coming! Wednesday, January 27th, 2016, at 7:30 p.m., I will be performing with Darshan Project at Pico Shul in Los Angeles. Please join us for a night of music, poetry, and happy fun times.