Dejectedly, broken, the child
Wanders the new land with her life defiled.
Confused and tired, she attempts to understand
New ways, odd smells; a strange land.
Here and there the people stare.
Her manner of speech, or her hidden hair.
Tossed to the street like an abandoned stray.
With no one to help her, she has lost her way.
From deep in her heart, the nightmares reign.
They dredge up the memories and the pain.
All alone, the refugee must survive.
Left alone, she cannot thrive.
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The Refugee
by Stephanie Daich
