Refugee At Home Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm a refugee;
You roll your eyes
You don't believe me,
I have no home, no family.

I'm a refugee;
Poverty and persecution
Has always, followed me
Was it my lack of attribution?

I'm a refugee;
In a system that has
Always tried to disown me
Has always, stigmatised me?

I'm a refugee;
Comparable to those in a refugee camp
With little more than my births suit
My bedclothes

I'm a refugee;
I broader hope, humanity, and kindness
With abandonment, neglect, and indifference
I'm a refugee;

I'm a refugee at home,
Roll your eyes; I know ultimately we'll disagree
But honestly, no one sees me
Recognises me in this my own, country.