We are fleeing from oppression
While we latch on to our depression
And when we arrive at the front gate
We are greeted here with hate
In our faces you slam the door
We are merely trying to escape a war
We came here in search of an escape
Yet your border is lined with “Do Not Enter” tape
Our land threatens us with genocide
Which forces us to run and hide
While some of us seep through the cracks and creases
It’s our mass population that greatly decreases
I'm sitting in the living room with my parents and their friend. Somebody brings up climate change - maybe me; talking about the project I'm doing on it, maybe someone else; mentioning the strange weather.
It's laughed off. "Here comes the beach!" somebody chuckles.
I'm sick of people telling me what I can and can not do. How do you know my limits? How do you know where I'll go, or where I have come from? How do you know how hard I can work? I can become whatever I want, from a lawyer to a policewoman to an artist. Anything.
I can't stand that sexism is still tolerated and accepted within our daily lives.