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I can’t forget the bright sun
and the lush grass
that tickled my feet
in my Uganda,
or my best friend
with her full heart,
like a second mother to me.
When she moved to Kenya
I was in a shadow,
one week later,
I arrived here as a refugee.

Home

I can’t forget the bright sun
and the lush grass
that tickled my feet
in my Uganda,
or my best friend
with her full heart,
like a second mother to me.
When she moved to Kenya
I was in a shadow,
one week later,
I arrived here as a refugee.

Warda Omar, 15

Vashon / Tukwila

 
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