I wish I could hate family parties
Drunken aunts and playing nieces
Grandma who keeps complaining about her teeth
And mother and father that are laughing and eating
But I can’t, simply because they’re
Living at the end of the world
Simply because I am a refugee girl
Running away from world to world
To end up in a grey village that I can’t call home
Home is where family parties are given
Not where people cry because
Of the papers that are not given
Not where people aren’t laughing
But just missing
Not where people aren’t able to have a
Normal living
So complain about family parties
One more time
And take the time
To think why nobody
Has come to mine