To the Palestinian People,
I confess my complicity.
I confess I write these words
on the same brand of computer
I saw at the checkpoint tonight.
I confess there are moments I’ve forgotten you,
even while I stood on your land.
I confess that my ego almost kept me
from the witness you’ve asked for.
I confess my ignorance and fear
of your streets,
streets that have only ever offered me in for coffee
or the last bites of hummus.
I confess, I thought I knew.
I know nothing.
We know nothing.
Of your suffering.
Blyth Barnow, MDiv Student