The Racial Gate
By Merna, Year 9
“We don’t want you here.” “Stay away.”
I collapse at the things they say.
The school kids live in freedom and run around
My youthful imagination plummets to the ground
The flashbacks of near death as I sit in the playground
I panic at the sound of sirens, hesitant to turn around
My emotions crumble when I hear that sound
The nightmares of us refugees being found.
They tell me to fix my country, as if it is some joke
The blistering snow and cold nights filled with smoke
The escape through danger and the laws we broke.
The unforgettable sights that remain with dread
Their brainwashed minds and the foolish things said.
North Korea, the country that society loves to hate
Their xenophobic comments make me deteriote
My cultural background has brought me to this mental state
My feelings and hardships are forever trapped behind this racial gate.
