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A poem for Paris: I am terrified because I don’t wanna become a terrorist

Imagery by  Aleksandra Kingo

Imagery by Aleksandra Kingo

I am a terrorist.

I am the bullet which shut down an entire city bringing fear where there should be just hope.

I am a terrorist.

I am the candidate who killed himself exploding in the name of which God in the Stade de France during the football match.

I am a terrorist.

I am my parents whom I blame sometimes for being racist without realizing they’re just afraid of the unknown.

I am a terrorist.

I am the voices of people screaming and escaping from the windows of the Bataclan Theatre while the gunmen were blindly shooting into the crowd.

I am a terrorist.

I am terrified.

I am terrified cause, just studying the second world war, I would cry already for the pain I feel.

I am terrified because I am a writer, not a soldier, not a politician, not a strong man, not a brave.

I am terrified because I thought I would have been safe worrying just about my enemies.

I am terrified because I’m realizing the enemies are coming from both sides of the border that is my body.

I am terrified because I would miss my daily life included this coffee that now I appreciate with all my heart.

I am terrified because I don’t wanna become a terrorist when it’s gonna be the time of raising our flags fighting for our countries.

I am terrified because present is becoming history written in the books of our children.

I am a terrorist.

I am terrified.

I am a terrorist.

I am terrified.

Submitted to ArtParasites by Matteo Borsato