Isabella Piggott Kwofie
I am scared.
I have lost all hope.
I no longer remember my family.
I feel like I am in a dark hole.
A feeling of hunger surrounds me,
I feel weak, tired and hopeless.
My memories are bent and I don’t remember anything but bombs.
When will I feel safe?
I can still feel blood trickling down my face.
My life is mixed up and I feel invisible.
When will my prayers be answered?
I feel dirty and bedraggled, I’m tired but no one cares.
In my mind I hear people crying and running.
It’s so overwhelming.
How will I cope.
But I deserve to be treated well.
I deserve a home and family.
I deserve to be treated well.
I AM A REFUGEE!