I write my country love letters but I don’t think she receives them

I’m told America ignores them;

doesn’t want them,

doesn’t want me

I say

She’s just shy; afraid of reactions to our affair.

They tell her

I’m a daughter of the enemy; I will hurt her

and betray her love

Daggers of antipathy and mistrust fly from their eyes and stab me;

my blood stains her like red punch on white carpet

and bruises complete my red, white, and blue.

I write my country love letters,

But I’m told to write apologies instead

the taste of postage stamps

lives on my tongue

and ink stained hands

wait for they day when they can hold

apology letters in red, white, and blue.

by Rawda Fawaz

Nice poem.