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?