Below is the poem That I wrote as a perspective of a Girl who was a refugee from Kurdistan;
Little do you know
Everyday is considered black
Floating, and colorless.
No specific destiny
No chance to stand up
My life is irregular.
Under one sky
Two taste;
Spicy and bitter,
NO water.
The sun shine too bright
On my uniself after my parents
I can’t be cold
Else it’s too much
I love talking
As much as I love eating,
But who cares?
everything about me
All covered by umbrellas.
They don’t even know my name
Yara Awira
Which’s a stupid name
No one would want that
I swear.
My name Iz
I admire butterflies
Because they are me
In kurdish little butterfly is Yara
I guilt to tell what Awira means
Doesn’t little butterfly sounds nice?
Well, I doubt.
Refugee is what it meant
“Little butterfly, refugee”
Hilarious.
My parents are awesome genius
I don’t really care
About other people’s reaction,
About its meaning,
It’s impact and whatsoever
As long as they don’t judge me,
It’s enough.
Where am I?
Standing on thorn
Now I’m stand on stone
I’m not a bird
I can’t fly.
From one day to another
This tiny, shaky, frail legs
Work all day for the body to move
FORWARD.
I want to taste food
The food that I love
But the only thing I can do
Is to stare at the sky
The one with stars that are too far away.
The sky is mixed with
Green, white, red
never been clear
But extreme boiled.
What happen today?
The sky is now
Black and white and red
Turning cold and frozen.
Little butterfly is seeking
Dashing for life in Iraq
It’s too sudden for someone
Who defined as new teen.
Something is wrong
They called me robots
Which makes sense
Because I am strong!
I thought so….
They told me
“it’s because you follow every
Detail from your parents”
Makes me curious
They don’t listen to their parents?
“Lezbiyenï” they called me,
I know that i’m not
I don’t bother to listen to that fake term
So, It does not hurt me.
Bookish friends
I need them to acknowledge
I know they’ll teared one day
It’s auto write
Ever word that popped are sharp
Poke me unintentionally.
The storm seems to follow me.
All the lightning
Wind, bees, flood,
Filling up my patience.
why?
I want to crawl out
Out the crowde,
I want to open my own world.
“No!” roared dad
In this cold weather,
Chaos is bigger than ocean.
I respect whatever he said
Even Though it’s hurt to lock my own ambition.
I want to change the sky color Once again
But it’s hard
I broke my respect
Step out my zone
Hoping I can stand up afterward.
The Snapshot
I see Small sparkling eyes,
White skin
The scent of sakura perfumes.
A girl with long shiny black hair
Small eyes and lighted makeup
She Approached me.
Anyoeng haseyo
Looking left and then right,
I smiled back.
They took me to place
Where flowers bloom
Reminding me of nothing
At hometown.
The sky without stars
Plant without seeds
Books without page
All the definition of me
Carelessly Left my heart at Iraq