My Home Poem by Joanna Hamilton

They talk
I don’t
They laugh
I won’t

Their stupid jokes
Make fun of me
And where I am from

I want to leave
I wouldn’t dare
If I go now
They still won’t care

Dirty deserts
Create dirty people
That is what they say

They think we came here
For their way of life,
But we didn’t, we wouldn’t
We came to find our life

Killing is what happens
Where I’m from, in
Their “Dirty Desert”

I call it home
They call me crazy
The land where no rains live:
Iraq