And in times of misery,

Being prejudiced of my own soul

A foreigner to my mind,

A racist to my heart,

And a criminal to my art

Who can I still call home?

No one.

For even if how much I told myself

Not to lose me. I still did.

Again and again.

– Kath Panugan

a refugee soul
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