Have I Had Two Roads, I Would

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

For The Arabs In Israel There Is Always A Tension Between Nationality And Identity.