My Skin
Today, five hundred mostly children
Whose skin
My skin
In a few hours,
Israel killed.
Numbers rise, condemnations rise,
Nothing happens.
My skin.
More pieces fall away,
My papers
My photos
In the rubbles
Memories
Of people gone
Of places ruined
Myself.
Just Shame
Gaza,
A grind
No names
No noise
They slaughter them
like roaches
No
Ants Under Boots
Your boots,
The Humans
No guilt
Maybe a tiny bit?
But no pause
You watch
And allow
No apologies to you,
Or light,
Or words,
Just Shame
Just Shame
Abdallah Abusamra is a 26-year-old writer, teacher, and communications specialist from Gaza, Occupied Palestine.
He holds a BA in English Literature from the Islamic University of Gaza and is currently pursuing an MPhil in Applied Intercultural Communication at Trinity College Dublin on a scholarship from the encampment movement.
Abusamra has contributed journalistic pieces to We Are Not Numbers and Mondoweiss, taught advanced communication courses at Oxford English Centre – Gaza’s leading IELTS training provider, and delivered capacity-building workshops for governmental, INGO, and UN agency projects in Gaza.
