March 30, 2018
By Anonymous

A few years ago

there was a girl

she was not a refugee

instead she was just a normal girl

her smile was

a drop of sunshine

on a cloudy day

she was just a child

who loved to write

loved to walk by the sea

but some nights became loud

she had to flee

they now call her a refugee

where is she supposed to go

when her house no longer felt like a home

she may be free one day

she may be you one day

she may be me

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