People remember the donkey
we took to Bethlehem.
They do not recall our encampment
in the shadow of the Pharoahs.
How far from home did we flee?
How long can you stay away from home?
Should we have stayed there forever…
migrating, lest politic and power eventually catch us up?
At what point does danger dissipate?
Are we ever safe from harm?
In days of census, we were counted and registered.
In places of reporting, we became known and feared.
Yet, what fear do Kings and Generals carry
for a teenage girl?
How much do I really count?
In days of exile, we were truly just numbers…
Numbers of foreigners, of aliens, of less-than-humans…
What do people fear from we…
who have no home, no land, no identity?
At what point does fear diminish?
Do not be afraid!
(C) 2017, A.Koh-Butler