I am you. I am I.
I am the happy, and the sad.
I am the rich, and the poor.
I am the cold, and the heat.
I am the tingling wind, and the drop of sweat.
I am a cup of coffee, and a cigarette.
I am Twitter, and Facebook.
I am the bored, and the excited.
I am the sip of bitter coffee you drink in the morning, and the butter jam toast you have with it.
I am the cool orange juice, and the biscuits you snack on.
I am excitement, and boredom.
I am tears, and smiles.
I am nothing, and everything at the same time.
I am sweet like honey, and sour like lime.
I am an expired can of beans, and a bottle of ketchup.
I am the sun, and the moon.
I am the sunray that penetrates your room every morning, and the tweeting birds.
I am a broken heart, and a fulfilled promise.
I am the oppressed, and the detained.
I am a Muslim, and a peaceful mind.
I am peace, and war.
I am Israel, and the US.
I am the sea, and the flotilla.
I am the children, and those in need.
I am Palestine, and the Middle East.
I am moan, and the sigh.
I am a picture, and a video.
I am music, and lyrics.
I am Gaza, and the siege.
I am the falsely open Rafah border, and the travellers.
I am the power cut, and the dirty tap water.
I am the expensive goods, and the low salaries.
I am Fatah, and Hamas.
I am Iraq, and Afghanistan.
I am the torn-into-halves Sudan, and Libya.
I am wealth, and poverty.
I am the rain, and London.
I am wondering what to write now, and you are confused.
I am Unemployed, and can’t find a job just like half of the people here.
I am the activist, and the protestor.
I am a boycotter, and a demonstrator.
I am anonymous, and the well known.
I am a fisherman, and a fishnet.
I am the cuddling of a couple, and the grudge between enemies.
I am now blank, and you will think I am crazy.