I am an artist whose tears shone in her eyes.

I am a warrior with her spear in air

with a delicate appearance 

and whose skin is fair.

I am a smile that shines through a frown,

I am a helping hand that’s never left down.

I am a child who grew up with a passion for art,

I am a believer in the button to “restart”.

My heart broke free from my family’s abusive chains,

and all their poison has drained from my veins.

I am a survivor of child abuse,

I am a fighter against their psychological noose.

I am a poet who expresses to the world

about struggle and pain,

I am a person who gives moral support

and doesn’t wish to receive their gain.

I am a student pursuing a dream,

a dream to be free like my paintings

between a children’s book’s seams.

I wish to inspire others and show them how to love,

and that it’s more than just believing in the sky above.

I am a woman,

who believes she can create.

It is in her hands and heart to find a way.

One day I will shine through,

I’ll be who I am,

and my life and all I’ve worked for

will come too.

I will be one with the dream

to inspire the dream as well.

One day, one day,

I will stand where i fell.

I am me.

Me I am.

I am me,

A refugee.