Will you accept me to your world?

In my non-teaching life, I spend time weekly with a group of students who have moved to this country as refugees.  One of them wrote the following poem for a school assignment.  I found it incredibly moving and wanted to amplify her voice!  This is shared without any edits, with her permission.

I am a girl without a past or without country. Will you accept  me to your world ? 

I wonder what will happen to my future and to world, will there be peace? Will I be able to to have my own country? 

I hear a crying from my people asking for help. Why is it silence? Maybe they were suppose to cry like that?

I see a hope that’s coming through or maybe there really is no hope for  them. 

I want to be a helper to my people. Someone who they can look up to, someone who they admire a lot. 

I pretended like everything was ok, but really I want be like any other kids who belong to their own world. 

I feel scared because people might laugh at me the way my culture is. 

I worry that someday I might not be able to have my own country back and I might be lost in world that I don’t call home.

I cry for my people because they are being chased from their home.

I dream that someday I will be able to have my own country and help my people.

I am a girl without a past or without country. Will you accept me to your world?