“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
Metaphorology 
September 28th, 2011 at 11:28 am
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September 28th, 2011 at 2:39 pm
Thank you! 🙂 It makes me very happy to know that you enjoy reading my blog 🙂
September 29th, 2011 at 6:27 pm
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.
October 2nd, 2011 at 8:34 am
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! 🙂