A Refugee Story
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I have to leave
The place I was raised.
Travel to a different state
So Iām no longerĀ bait.
This war
Is destroying my soul.
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I know itāsĀ for my own good,
But my family is gone.
I donāt know where I belong
Iām scared.
But Iām staying strong.
I long for the home that once was.
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We cross theĀ boundary,
Safe and sound.
But I donāt feel protected
I feel trapped.
Utterly exposed.
Like a scratch could kill me.
Iām too fragile
Too faint
I need to rethink.
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I donāt know if people will like my race, the colour of my face, my religion. I believe the nationality which is me will all be judged by people who canāt see. I donāt want to be persecuted for just being me.
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The blood will drip
From my wrists
And fall towards the floor.
As my tears start to form
Everyone will ignore
The warĀ -Ā
My homeĀ -Ā
And me:
A refugee.
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Comments
Theinvisibleone writing about the invisible ones, very apt. It makes me very angry that we ( UK/US ) make the weapons that they are running from and then when they make it to the supposed safety of our shores they are met with contempt. A great write.
Nigel
Thank you for your comment and I total agree with you. Some people donāt see the reality of refugees, they think they go to a safe place and live their life but itās truely not that simple.Ā
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