Sewn close to my skin;
A reminder of how I don't fit in.

Taken away from the places and people I always knew;
Simply because my hair isn't blonde and my eyes aren't blue.

This man is so vain;
Can anyone see my pain?

Confined in camps;
Worth determined by my tags and stamps.

My nation's glory is nothing more than a sham;
Tortured and beaten for being born who I am.

Resenting my people: ancestors, family;
Could never have imagined my heritage could damn me.

Exposed to these horrors each day and night;
Their god has no mercy, our pain is their delight.

The less food and water;
The more people they will slaughter.

Ghosts of whom we once were, wasting away;
Hope dies a little every passing day.

The bones on my sides jut out like knives;
Constantly remembering our broken, shattered lives.

And when it's all over they will choke on their lies;
But everyone will know of the cruelties they deny.