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The speaker says, “Yes, she knows how to take a picture / with her phone” (Lines 5-6), which describes the tiny journalist’s method of documentation. The global usage of phones and social media as a means of communication has made it possible for people to share details of their lives with others living far away. The smartphone has been under attack for its frequent presence and subsequent disconnection of face-to-face contact, but it is also—as in this case—a way of reaching out to others for awareness, validation, and even assistance.
The speaker notes how the tiny journalist holds the phone “high / like a balloon” (Lines 6-7). There is a sense of pride in the way she holds the phone and also a sense of confidence, as if she knows what she is doing and why she is doing it. The comparison to a balloon suggests childlike playfulness, again centering on the blatancy of her age and diminutive life experience.
In “Morning Song,” the speaker questions what anyone, particularly the Israeli soldiers, could want of the tiny journalist, and responds to this question first with the answer, “Her treasures / the shiny buttons her grandmother loved” (Lines 21-22). These buttons, an heirloom that likely has more value to the journalist than anyone outside her family, are fair game for the Israeli soldiers to take. They could take them for monetary value but also because taking them would cause pain.
Nye increases the value of what the soldiers could want and take from the journalist by next mentioning “her uncle, her cousin” (Line 23). Human lives are much more precious than the grandmother’s beloved buttons. As a result, in this list of what the soldiers could take, the reader can sense the fear in which the journalist lives, as anyone or anything she finds valuable—however small or large—can disappear at any time.
In an interview, Ayyad mentioned that she wishes the world could be pink; Nye incorporated this into her poem: “Yes, she would / prefer to dance and play, / would prefer the world / to be pink” (Lines 7-10). The color pink is commonly associated with young girl children. Via social media, Ayyad sees how young girls throughout the world live, while posting her photos of her people’s mistreatment at checkpoints. Even though she wishes she could be like other girls, she lives in different, troubling circumstances that make playing and dancing nearly impossible.
Beyond the common association to girl children, the color pink could also represent the color of a sunset or sunrise without the interference of gun smoke greying the air. The daily lives of many Palestinians are riddled with gun shots, tear gas, and more, which permeate both their skies and their outlooks. The color pink could ultimately be a symbol of hope, which is the note upon which Nye ends her poem: “She has a better idea” (Line 39). Perhaps, in the future, Ayyad’s desire for pink will become possible for her people.
Nye mentions the vest in the middle of the poem: “She sees you at 2 a.m. adjusting your / impenetrable vest” (Lines 18-19). This line may be directed at the Israeli soldiers gearing up for the day; it also may reference how uncomfortable the vests are and that at night, when the danger is less evident, the soldiers feel more comfortable to “adjust” them. The oppressors protect themselves and also conceal secrets, as Nye suggests in the prior line: “Don’t hide what you do” (Line 17). The individuals in power have something up their sleeves, which leads to constant fear among the powerless and makes the tiny journalist’s constant vigilance of the tenuous situation so noteworthy. While the oppressed do not have the luxury of impenetrable vests, they must find internal means of protection. That could take the form of hiding away or lashing out. In Ayyad’s case, she has her small stature, her youth, and her phone as a means of protection and confidence against her “enemies.” She has chosen to act as if she is impenetrable through her words and actions.
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By Naomi Shihab Nye