Celine Kr.

Lebanon

I seriously have no idea what to write here but wussup

Message to Readers

I already published this once for a group I'm in but I wanted to share it publicly. I wrote this piece during a moment of pure anger and grief because of everything happening in my country Lebanon.

When You Die

August 24, 2020

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When you die, I will throw a party on my roof
That is if I will still afford having a roof by then
When you die, I will place my plate on your coffin
And I will eat Lahme Baajin and drink Laban till
I can no longer stomach it
But I won't stop
I would die before I do
I will devour all that you have made me long for
I will eat it raw and let the blood
Like rivers
Make its way down my jaw
And drip on the white of your kafan
When you die, I will wear a dress
Of red
Of white
Of green
When you die, I will throw a party on my roof
And I will buy all the lamps in the country
And I will watch as their light flickers 
The same way the flames of my candles flickered
Everytime I turned a page in my textbook
When you die, I will throw a party on my roof
And I will laugh with tears running down my cheeks
And I will scream, my voice that of the ones 
Who died on their way to live

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3 Comments
  • outoftheblue

    "I will devour all that you have made me long for
    I will eat it raw and let the blood
    Like rivers
    Make its way down my jaw
    And drip on the white of your kafan" i don't fully have the words nor the perspective to tell you how utterly beautiful this piece is. i can feel the intense rage in your words, and the resilience, as the people of lebanon are.
    thank you for writing this, i'm so glad i came across it and i hope you stay safe and healthy <3 <3


    3 months ago
  • Emma Ody

    You brought it so well. When pain becomes the rising of the sun, people become so used to it that they can express peculiar feelings. SORRY.


    3 months ago
  • Century Friend

    There's this fierceness in every line, and it makes the whole piece feel really strong. The whole idea of it, the fact that the poem is about celebrating when someone dies, is so dark and makes me wonder who this person is and what makes them so horrible. "And I will scream, my voice that of the ones/Who died on their way to live" — such a powerful way to end.
    I know things are tough in Lebanon right now — sending hugs from the US :)


    3 months ago