On Refuge and Language
On Refuge and Language
Suheir Hammad
                            I do not wish   To place words in living mouths   Or bury the dead dishonorably   I am not deaf to cries escaping shelters   That citizens are not refugees Refugees are not Americans   I will not use language   One way or another   To accommodate my comfort   I will not look away   All I know is this   No peoples ever choose to claim status of dispossessed   No peoples want pity above compassion   No enslaved peoples ever called themselves slaves   What do we pledge allegiance to?   A government that leaves its old   To die of thirst surrounded by water   Is a foreign government   People who are streaming   Illiterate into paperwork   Have long ago been abandoned   I think of coded language   And all that words carry on their backs   I think of how it is always the poor   Who are tagged and boxed with labels   Not of their own choosing   I think of my grandparents   And how some called them refugees   Others called them non-existent   They called themselves landless   Which means homeless   Before the hurricane   No tents were prepared for the fleeing   Because Americans do not live in tents   Tents are for Haiti for Bosnia for Rwanda   Refugees are the rest of the world   Those left to defend their human decency   Against conditions the rich keep their animals from   Those who have too many children   Those who always have open hands and empty bellies   Those whose numbers are massive   Those who seek refuge   From nature’s currents and man’s resources   Those who are forgotten in the mean times   Those who remember   Ahmad from Guinea makes my falafel sandwich and says   So this is your country   Yes Amadou this my country   And these my people   Evacuated as if criminal   Rescued by neighbors   Shot by soldiers   Adamant they belong   The rest of the world can now see   What I have seen   Do not look away   The rest of the world lives here too   In America
            I do not wish   To place words in living mouths   Or bury the dead dishonorably   I am not deaf to cries escaping shelters   That citizens are not refugees Refugees are not Americans   I will not use language   One way or another   To accommodate my comfort   I will not look away   All I know is this   No peoples ever choose to claim status of dispossessed   No peoples want pity above compassion   No enslaved peoples ever called themselves slaves   What do we pledge allegiance to?   A government that leaves its old   To die of thirst surrounded by water   Is a foreign government   People who are streaming   Illiterate into paperwork   Have long ago been abandoned   I think of coded language   And all that words carry on their backs   I think of how it is always the poor   Who are tagged and boxed with labels   Not of their own choosing   I think of my grandparents   And how some called them refugees   Others called them non-existent   They called themselves landless   Which means homeless   Before the hurricane   No tents were prepared for the fleeing   Because Americans do not live in tents   Tents are for Haiti for Bosnia for Rwanda   Refugees are the rest of the world   Those left to defend their human decency   Against conditions the rich keep their animals from   Those who have too many children   Those who always have open hands and empty bellies   Those whose numbers are massive   Those who seek refuge   From nature’s currents and man’s resources   Those who are forgotten in the mean times   Those who remember   Ahmad from Guinea makes my falafel sandwich and says   So this is your country   Yes Amadou this my country   And these my people   Evacuated as if criminal   Rescued by neighbors   Shot by soldiers   Adamant they belong   The rest of the world can now see   What I have seen   Do not look away   The rest of the world lives here too   In America 
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