Dear world,

You have left me no place to go.

If I had the privilege of immigrating I would not know where to go.

You see, you asked the world where it hurts; it said everywhere¹.

Everywhere.

We are all immigrants.

We are all refugees, running to a better home, a better place, a better life. But it’s its either a Trump, a Bashar, a racist community, a sexist campus, selfish leaders, or money-hungry dictators.

It’s your lottery in life, but the president rigged the numbers and won.

It’s your lottery in life, but the wall has been built and you are stuck inside.

It’s your lottery in life, but you don’t even have a chance.

For the world is not fair.

When a child weeps in his own mother’s blood.

When a Muslim woman is set on fire in her own town.

When a father cannot afford his children’s education.

Hungry. Miserable. Tortured.

I’m at a loss for words.

I cannot trust the world no more.

I cannot trust the world no more.

 

  1. reference to what they did yesterday afternoon by Warsan Shire”

 

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