The Arab Spring and The Egyptian Revolution

Celebration 2.0

we’d have held fingers on the streets
and embraced for the journo
swooping me off my toes
wiping the blood and tears from my face
however that was one other eleven, eleven
now you discover me within the crowd
trying to find my identify
the likes of which you had not seen
blue eyes blurring, watering
and also you chase me, hunt me
on the wall, behind the wall
a toppling message collapses bricks
our palace now empty
we’re alone with our new needs
liberating freedom, passionate phrases
now I discover you within the crowd
figuring out your identify intimately
repeating the feedback I had not heard
brown eyes weary, hopeful
and I chase you, hunt you
we might have held fingers on the streets
and embraced for the journo
lifting one another off our toes
wiping the blood and sweat from our face
however this was one other eleven, eleven
as an alternative, we selected to make love
and it was revolutionary

– Patti Friday,