Refugee

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Hello, my name is Lavinia,

I have a story to be told,

It should show you how I've come to you,

And that it wasn't my fault.


I was in the cinema,

When suddenly,

From one second to another,

The people were at war.


They fought and slugged,

Each other in the city,

Till the people shed blood,

And believed they were gritty.


We were forced to battle,

We were forced to break bones,

Otherwise we wouldn't be loyal enough,

And we should leave our homes.


Now, I'm here in this new land,

With no skills of your language and nothing to get,

So you're calling me names and make fun of me,

Even if we hadn't had met.


I'm feeling not accepted,

I'm feeling so alone,

All the day I'm gazed by the crowd,

I only want to go home!




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