Noah
1-15-09

King Dickson: Life of a Refugee

I am from getting half a bag of rice for two people
Oil and beef and beans monthly

From not having any supervision
At the refugee camp

I am from cutting down
Firewood to make money

From having been given a knife
To kill my father

From settling into a refugee camp
For six years

I am from escaping from Liberia
With complete strangers

From not trying to escape
Because if I did
The rebels would cut off my ears

From the rebels bursting into my house
And beating us

I am from going to Lola
To start high school

I went back to the camp
To finish high school

I am from hopes and dreams
Of becoming a doctor
And giving my country what it lacks