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This week I am sharing a poem about what it feels like for me being a Jew right now in the world. I try to focus on the present, local human experience in my poetry work but sometimes I feel as though I must address my own identity and politics and experience in my work.
across the world
the children
who have not yet been shot in the head
starve
and a loved one calls me
to ask if I think she should take down her mezuzah
because she is afraid of people seeing it
when they come into her house
and knowing she is a Jew
she is afraid of being seen as a Jew
and so am I
but that fear is small
for there are no bombs over our heads
and across the world
the children are dead
so many children
more children than I will ever meet
are dead
and I stopped wearing my Jewish star
a month after the bombing began
but I am proud to be a Jew
or at least proud to be part of a people who survived so much
but I am ashamed to see what Jews are doing
and I am afraid of being Jewish now
but I will not hide
although it’s hard for me to know how to stand up
I am afraid of other Jews
of how deep their hatred is
I am afraid of gentiles
of how deep their hatred is
and across the world
Jews have bombed all the schools all the hospitals
they are shooting babies in the head with sniper rifles
and five minutes from my house
a man set an old woman on fire
a woman who was a holocaust survivor
and across the world the bombs keep falling
and I mention feeling overwhelmed and scared
to a group of gentile friends
and the silence that follows is like death
and across the world
the children die
and I meet another young Jewish man
at a party but I don’t tell him I am Jewish
and I change the subject when he brings up the genocide
because he won’t call it a genocide
and I can’t stand to hear that
and across the world
mothers have lost every one of their children
and somebody asked me the other day
what it was like to be a Jew right now
and this is it
all of it
the fear the guilt the fear the shame
the isolation
the fear the horror the anger the fear
and across the world
more bombs are dropping
and even more children
are dying
all the time
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Alexander Shalom Joseph
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