I Never Suffered
I fell down.
I didn’t break.
I got lost and ran wild.
I found my way.
I often bled.
I always healed.
I always had a home.
I never missed a meal.
I never had to run.
I never had to hide.
I had my country on my side.
I had family.
I had friends.
I had love again and again.
I never wanted.
I never starved.
I never knew famine.
I never knew war.
I never huddled in the cold and dark.
I never prayed out loud for the bombs to stop.
I never smelled my village burn.
I never listened to my baby’s stomach churn.
I never watched my young son’s eyes go cold.
I never saw my husband’s back bowed low.
I never mourned the loss of my children’s smiles.
I never had to walk a thousand miles.
I never feared the violent seas.
I never felt the world abandon me.
I was never a refugee.
I was never abandoned.
I was never unwanted.
I was never feared
I was never hated…
I never suffered.
©2017 by Ilona Elliott
- Posted in: Poems ♦ Uncategorized
- Tagged: Empathy, Poetry, Refugees, Suffering, war, White Priviledge
Thank you for sharing this, Ilona.
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