circle of life

for every person, there is another

that has sculpted them

with the same clay they have walked on.

they came to this country with their lives on their back,

their soul on their sleeve

to be ridiculed by people around them.

they cry, remove their hearts

their organs and brains to create their lives

give birth to new life,

to strive for a better life.

all for the cycle to happen again.

by Farzana Ali

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