Please hear me,
I am a boy of a moneybag,
My life made me a beggar,
But now I’m a refugee camper.
Please hear me,
I am a boy of camp,
Sheltering under tarpaulin’s cramp,
But there is no study lamp.
Please hear me,
I am a boy of beautiful tribalism,
Sharing feelings with a scream,
But not getting a chance to dream.
Please hear me,
I am a boy from school,
Days pass without study tool,
But now I am seen as a fool.
Please hear me,
I am a boy of a beautiful culture,
Now a soul with so many fractures,
Praying to heal with broken structure.
Please hear me,
I am a boy of internalizing
people assumed as thrash,
Utilizing me as ash
Nobody imagines what I’ve!