Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, whose father was a Palestinian refugee. From her 2019 book; ‘The Tiny Journalist’
"You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
'Breakfast at Tiffany's' by Truman Capote
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. That day in Moscow, it will all come true, when, for the last time, I take my leave, And hasten to the heights that I have longed for, Leaving my shadow still to be with you
You Will Hear Thunder, Poem by Anna Akhmatova
This One Summer written by Mariko Tamaki illustrated by Jillian Tamaki
Amy & Hope are the new (and better) Claire & Bender
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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