_ The Palestinian-American poet Noor Hindi does not “write about
flowers,” but about the effects of colonization on her people. _
Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
By Noor Hindi
Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.
I want to be like those poets who care about the moon.
Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons.
It’s so beautiful, the moon.
They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
I pick flowers for my dead father when I’m sad.
He watches Al Jazeera all day.
I wish Jessica would stop texting me _Happy Ramadan_.
I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies.
Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.
When I die, I promise to haunt you forever.
One day, I’ll write about the flowers like we own them.
Noor Hindi (she/her) is a Palestinian-American poet and reporter. Her
poems have appeared or are forthcoming in POETRY, Hobart and Jubilat.
Her essays have appeared or are forthcoming in American Poetry Review,
Literary Hub, and Adroit Journal. Hindi is the Equity and Inclusion
Reporter for The Devil Strip Magazine. Visit her website