A Heart Felt Love Letter To The Portrait Of Ms. Ziadah Poem by Alec Witthohn

A Heart Felt Love Letter To The Portrait Of Ms. Ziadah



Frowning, turning, fierce
Olive,
Donning no shoes.

One fist raised.

Standing atop the
Rubble.

With flag in
Hand;
With gun in
Other.

Exposed in the
Smoke.

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Alec Witthohn

Alec Witthohn

Denver, CO
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