My Food (An Angry Poem that’s not about Food)

“Just one really good book”

My dad said.

One

Good

Book

With a catchy title of course

And don’t upset the Jews

‘Cause then it would never get published!

Don’t fall in love with an American man

Even if he’s 1/3 Irish

2/3 Puerto Rican

And had Tabbouleh when he was 10

We don’t want you staying

There

Way over there

Where some can’t find Lebanon on a map

Find a good church too

Methodist, Baptist, Catholic

Episcopalian, Mormon, Unitarian

(Not the Moonies one!)

Presbyterian, Church of God

Speaking the Word of God

AND they like gays!

Oh my word,

Maybe I’ll just sleep in Sunday morning

 

“Do you cook ethnic food?”

“Like food with an accent? Do I

Look like a bowl of Hummus to you?

I’m sorry, but

My food learned French and English at 4

Wrote its first poem at 9

Won a dance competition at 13

My food wrote “Best Poem of 2008″ at 19

Gave the Valedictorian address at 22

Taught 7th graders that same year, and

Was awarded the Fulbright scholarship at 23.

No, I do not cook ethnic food,

My food would school your uneducated ass!”

Dima Mikhayel Matta

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About dimamatta

There is not much to tell... but everything to discover. *says I with a total lack of seriousness* I am a 22 year old English Literature BA holder, teaching English in Lebanon, at the Louaizeh Evangelical School. I mainly spend my time reading, writing, watching and acting in plays. View all posts by dimamatta

4 responses to “My Food (An Angry Poem that’s not about Food)

  • Farah Alhashim

    ,<3 ❤ ❤ I'm sharing this ❤ ❤

  • najwa inglizi

    I wonder where all this anger has come from. You’d gone to the States before and your experience, as you shared with me, was good.
    What has changed? I’d love to know. Are you looking at it from a different perspective now?
    I can so relate to the need to remind oneself from where they come. When I went to England, I felt I was stripped almost naked of my identity which so depended on who I was and who were around me. So, hanging on to one’s background, especially when it’s as bright and proud as yours, is excellent.
    May the Lord bless you.

    • dimamatta

      It’s not really anger, I’m just affirming who I am in a country where people don’t know me yet. We definitely cling to our identity when we’re abroad, or else, what’s stopping us from completely forgetting it and becoming so different that we wake up one day and no longer recognize who we are?
      Love you Dr. Inglizi! 🙂

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