Humanitarian Service Team

I am called African The UN calls me a refugee I call myself an alien My parents think I am the baby My neighbors say I act as an adult At school my class teacher calls me the big head of the class While the school head mistress thinks I’m one of the well behaved kids of the whole school. I am beautiful like girls But I am a boy. I am not gay or lesbian but even myself I don’t understand. Because I am a boy but behave like girls sometimes. Finally someone understood me and named me: The Confusion.

Life is crazy Life is mysterious Life is beautiful Life is confused Life is full of fantasies When I was 8 years I remember I used to believe I am going to be a big boss but now stuck here I used to say I will be rich but still I’m not The only right thing I used to believe is that I can be whatever I need to be because I am still a student and my future is in my hands and education Life no balance

War war war Our enemy The threat to human being The great result of misunderstanding You took our families Such as uncles, aunts and relatives Children are orphans Our parents are handicaps You turned our lives upside down Our sisters and mothers were raped Our grandparents were killed. You forced us to separate with our beloved ones We lost our friends Our studies and even our heritages From our or countries to refugee camps From nice life to malnutrition Because of you we lost our properties Because of you we are suffering Because of you we fled our countries I hate you war Go and always go away