Gunshots boom in my ears Cannons, my life anthem Smoke and fog are part of the sky now But in my home I shall stay.
I still remember oh-so-long ago Colors bursted all around No gunshots, no cannons Sweet music playing outside.
A gunshot rings, a cry of pain Blood is spilled before me My mother lay there, cold and still My eyes don’t want to believe.
People tell me to leave To board their boat Why should I? Who are you! Mother, what shall I do?
You expect me to sail away with you? No more sweet music, no more cooked rice? Months and months in the big, cold sea? Why should I?
They say look out for number one But if survival is all that matters, what is the point of life? I somehow manage to board your boat I wish my mind worked as fast as my body.
Bodies clumped together Little food I nibble on My sibling squeezes my hand Swish swish, the waves mock me.
I hug my knees as darkness surrounds me Mother, please come back Swish swish, swish swish Quiet, waves, I need not to be mocked.
The captain calls The boat comes to a stop at a bay Apples and Oranges and Rice and Water, sweet sweet Water The waves no longer mock me.
Mother, I made it! I survived! Aren’t you proud of me? Should you be?
Watching people blow out their brains? Was that a prize I wished to claim? Was it worth it in the end? If I saved my own life along the way?
People say it’s salvation Is it really, though? Having a language shoved down my throat? Strangers spitting at me on the streets?
My mother’s blood still lingers on my hands No matter how many times I wash it Guilt swallows me up like a tidal wave Could I have saved her?
So many lives I’ve loved and lost Haunting memories still the front cover of my terrorized mind I will never be the same.
This poem is based on Refugee Resettlement and may not be 100% accurate.