We Refugees A poem by Benjamine Zephaniah
I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place Where they hate my shade of skin They don’t like the way I pray And they ban free poetry.
I come from a beautiful place Where girls cannot go to school There you are told what to believe And even young b…
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