refugee
— Right in your hands That very hard night Because I am your child That time we had a chance to turn a page and the only way to get out...
— 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...
— 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...
— 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...
— I love my parents I love everything they do They give me food They give me Christmas clothes They sent me to school I will be a president They love...
— We miss peace We need peace We love peace Where are you peace? Where do you hide? How to find you? When will you come back? We need you peace
— My mother land My ancestors’ historical reference My beloved continent Africa Africa Africa I love Africa I am Africa We are Africa Africa is ours
— The piece I chose to work on in the Half Baked Art Collaboration is named Yellow Brick Road in Rough Terrain. When I first saw it I was reminded of...
— Member of the My Start Art Collective Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya