Life as a refugee is like–

Living on the tail end of creation, day to day without a care for tomorrow

Learning how to exist on nothing but the hope of existence itself

It takes generations for a way of life to wane
That’s what it means to be a refugee—to wane…
To look at your own reflection, standing there, unfamiliar and outlandish
Your own reflection, belonging to someone else

To be a refugee is to hold on to the privilege of invisibility
To be a refugee is to swim in an ocean of not knowing
To be submerged in hatred and ignorance
Father, forgive them, for they do not know
About life as a refugee