I cried today.
I cried because I was eating pizza and scrolling through Tumblr when I came across two posts.
One, of that map thing queried, showing the stories of queer Palestinians.
The other, videos of Palestinians singing a song about how they will stay where they are. A song of freedom.
Because I could sit in my bed, eat warm oven bake pizza, and scroll past posts of Gazans and Palestinians in pain, but they can’t scroll past their pain.
They cannot scroll past the memory of their parents being killed
Past the memory of the girl hanging of the side of a building with her legs in ribbons
Past the memory of having to call their friends phone to find their body under the rubble.
Free Gaza.
Free Gaza so that they may sing of their freedom, not of their fear.
From the river to the sea, and free Palestine until it’s backwards.