To The People

By Michelle Shrimer
My people traveled deserts.
Your People traveled seas.
Our people let them wander,
And called them refugees.
My and your and our claims,
From funny foods to silly names
From country borders to stale lines
We separate what’s yours and mine
But never talk about what’s ours
To exercise our human power
And recognize that the thing we share is our Earth
But we don’t dare.
So people, just people, are really all the same
Without a pronoun when only flesh and blood remain.

 

Michelle Shrimer participated in our collaboration with the Muslim Unity Center and BBYO, Flavors of our Faiths writing workshop.