Amira looks left, and the boat begins to sink,
Mamma's got one hand on her and one arm holding
Six month Anas,
Dadda's feet touch the sand beneath the ocean,
"We got you we got you,"
Says a voice in a language they don't understand,
A language that has conversed
Time and time again that they don't belong,
That they should stay in their goddamn country,
Cause refugees don't matter man.
But another man sees that Amira's got the same
Eyes as his 2 year old,
Back up in town off of Lesbos,
Safe in her bed,
She matters cause she hasn't been displaced,
5000 miles away there's an election taking place,
One scandalous politician promises the left she's gonna let Amira in,
One sceething businessman promises Amira a badge that says
Her worth isn't shit.
And Anas grows up and gets Sophie pregnant,
She can't tell her family she's having the refugee's baby,
Her daddy'll freak and her mamma will tell her that it's only
And she'll run to the clinic and the asshole will open the door,
He'll tell her if she kills that baby then she's gotta go to jail,
But if she doesn't kill that baby then its gotta wear Amira's
That she gave away when a man grabbed her by her privates,
Cause she's only half-human,
Wishing she was 5,000 miles away again,
Getting killed by people who kill actual humans.
She dies for being a person there,
She dies for being the minority here.
Amira looks right,
There's mamma, and dadda,
Drowning in the Aegean,
But the Greek pulls her in and says,
"You're safe now," and gets Anas too,
And Amira closes her eyes,
And hears the sounds of the waves
Crashing behind her,
In water that doesn't discriminate,
With waves that kill,
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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