Thursday, April 9, 2015

Poem - Falafel

Hello Poetteers,


You talk about falafel
like your own people made it
I understand you love them
I hope you continue to love them
but know it didn't originate from your own
it originated from another group of people
whose streets are filled with vendors
and fresh smells and spice
whose walls hold so much history
whose land tries to wave its own flag.

Love, Fida

For more poems like this, check out Her Olives. 

4 comments:

Tara Tyler R said...

americans don't always appreciate the roots of food - and usually americanize it! sweet poem

and come back to my blog - i added you today, but i think you visited just before i had a chance!

Fifi Islaih said...

I'll recheck your blog, thank you! I'm glad you like the poem (:

Medeia Sharif said...

Interesting poem. We often don't think about the origins of our food.

Fifi Islaih said...

Thank you!