I come from a place called Kyrgyzstan.
Kyrgyzstan is located in China and is near Russia.
I was arrested
Put in jail in Kyrgyzstan,
Because of political reason.
I come from a place where I was a musician.
I was a professional
Playing in the orchestra as a refugee I couldn’t get a job.
I come from a place I had to leave.
I had to leave my hometown;
I had never lived anywhere else
So it was like a dark room I had never entered before.
I came to a place called London.
I came to a place so magical
That it made my old hometown look like an unpolished pot.
But this place looked polished and brand new
I had a new life and I was excited.
I came to a place where I was called a refugee.
I didn’t know what the word me so when I was called “refugee”
It scared me,
I didn’t what to think.
I came to a place where people spoke English
I never knew what anyone was saying
Because did not speak their language. I started going to school to learn English.
Then I started understanding what people were saying
and English came to me like it was my own language.
I came to a place I was not accepted.
I came to a place that I now fit into.
I now live in a place where I belong.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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