Every one is ours
a writing prompt for you
I’m having trouble writing an introduction to this post while news reports say 160+ school girls were killed by US and Israeli bombs in Iran.
That’s it. That’s all I’ve got for an introduction.
Here’s the writing prompt.
a writing prompt
Use the poem below as your prompt. Find a word, a phrase, an image and start there.
I usually say you can talk back to a poem if you want, but there is no talking back to this one.
Note: I’ve seen this poem attributed to James Baldwin, but other sources indicate it was written by Nikita Gill based on a quote from Baldwin.
Every bombed village is my hometown
—by Nikita Gill
“Every bombed village is my hometown” - James Baldwin
And every dead child is my child.
Every grieving mother is my mother.
Every crying father is my father.
Every home turned to rubble
is the home I grew up in.
Every brother carrying the remains
of his brother across borders
is my brother.
Every sister waiting for a sister
who will never come home
is my sister.
Every one of these people are ours,
Just like we are theirs.
We belong to them
and they belong to us. like/comment/share
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Powerful poem, Julie. I was in the grocery store the other day thinking about this too — how an ordinary day can suddenly turn into a nightmare, with bombs dropping from the sky. I had to stop and take a moment to say a prayer for everyone in harm's way.
We belong to them
and they belong to us.