(Ghazal-style poem)
Towards me, some people have no tolerance,
So in this country, I loathe my existence!
I wish to change my skin, my hair and my eyes,
To gain more acceptance for my existence!
I feel like I am a deserted island,
Cut out of mankind, that is my existence!
The sneers at me, the hurtful comments to me,
Make me feel so condemned for my existence!
It’s a sad fact that I have since realised,
Freedom comes with hatred of my existence!
Image credit
by Morgan.
A refugee's journey - Vietnam to Australia 