Poetry Workshop
The students took part in a writing workshop with Helena. Working with writing frames, they wrote xome amazing poems about being a Palestinian teenager, and about their memories, see below!
I Remember
I have forgotten the sound of babies laughter
I have forgotten the taste of babies tears
I have forgotten the sight of them crawling
I have forgotten the feel of their touch
I have forgotten the small of babies after a shower
But I remember when they played
Sudain
I am Palestinian
I am happy and funny
I wonder if Palestine will be free
I hear bombs and guns
I see tanks and soldiers
I want to be a doctor to help the people
I am a girl in Palestine.
I pretend to live a nice life
I feel sad and hungry
I touch the impossible dream
I worry about poor people and refugees
I cry when I think about Palestine.
I am a girl in Palestine
I understand why this is happening
I say Palestine will be free forever
I try to help but I can’t
I hope the Occupation will not remain
I believe Palestinians are good
I am a girl in Palestine
I Remember
I have forgotten the sound of the rain
I have forgotten its natural taste
I have forgotten the sight of the beautiful storm
I have forgotten the touch of rain on my skin
I have forgotten the smell of nature after rain
But I remember when I went outside its true, the street became dangerous, not a lot of people go outside because of the storm.
I Remember
I have forgotten the sound of her voice
I have forgotten the taste of my mum’s food
I have forgotten the sight of my beautiful mother
I have forgotten the feeling of her hug
I have forgotten the small of my mother
But I remember when my mother played with me.
I Remember
I have forgotten the
sound of the waves
I have forgotten the
taste of fresh fish by the sea
I have forgotten the
sight of the sea
I have forgotten the
feeling of relaxation
I have forgotten the
smell of salt water
But I remember
playing in the sea at Jaffa, I remember fishing with my family
Danya
I am Palestinian
I am happy and funny
but I don’t have money
I wonder if I will
get money?
I hear you talk
I will see you soon
I want to die I hate
this life
I am happy and funny
I pretend I am a
strong man
I feel angry because
I want to
Touch the sky
I worry about failure
I cry. I want to die
I am happy and funny.
I understand I can
fly
I try to fly
I hope to fly
I believe I can fly
I am like superman.
I am happy and funny
I am Palestinian
I am happy and funny
I pretend I am free
I feel angry
To touch the sky is
forbidden
I worry about the
soldiers
I am happy and funny
I cry in the night
I understand this
life
I feel angry
I believe I can make
Palestine free
I touch the ground
I am happy and funny
I am Palestinian
I am happy and funny,
I jump like a bunny
I wonder if I can
touch the sky
I wonder if I can fly
I see love going away
I pretend I am
Russian mafia
I am happy and funny
I feel angry because
I am hungry
I touch the ground
then I turn around
I worry about school,
I don’t want to be cool
I want good marks and
swim in the pool
I cry a lot, I feel
so hot
I am happy and funny
I Am Palestinian
I wonder if I’ll see
you mum?
I hear you screaming
I see you in my
dreams
I see our hands
holding tight
I want everything to
be allright
I am Palestinian
I pretend I am strong
I feel very wrong
I touch your
beautiful hands
I worry because we
never let go, our fingers entwined,
And a greater love
you’ll never find.
I cry not to see you
mum.
I am Palestinian
I understand your
problems
I say I need her now
I hope to pull her
hand from the ground
I believe I have her
hand, nothing more
I am Palestinian
The younger students drew maps of Palestine and wrote their thoughts and feelings about their country within its borders.