“Go Back to Where You Came From”

©Lozan Yamolky
From Book: I’m No Hero
Published in 2016 through Silver Bow Publishing

He shouted,

“Go back to where you came from.

Get back on the boat!”

I cannot,” I said.

Where I come from

they would marry me to a man

as old as my grandfather.

They would stone me to death

for being in love.

They would drag me

through streets till I die,

because I am not heterosexual.

They would ostracize me

for being of a different faith.

They would hack me with machetes

in the streets,

for not believing in their God.

I cannot go back to where I came from,

because they would behead me for refusing

to join their religion.

They would gang rape me

for debts my family cannot pay.

They would shoot me

while I am on the bus,

because they do not want girls

to go to school.

They would make me work at age five.

They would humiliate me

and publicly torture me

for being born third gender.

Where I come from,

they would assassinate me

for standing up for women’s rights.

They would publically flog me,

hundreds of times,

for blogging online

about freedom of religion.

They would dismember my body

for not wearing religious garments.

They would cut off my hand

for stealing food to feed my hungry family.

Where I come from,

they charge me with apostasy

and sentence me to death

for writing poetry.

They would force me

to join their army

or be killed.

Where I come from,

they would buy and sell me

just like property;

I am their sex slave.

They would chain and imprison me

just because I am a girl.

They do not let me speak my mind,

they do not let me be free;

I can no longer be a child.

Where I come from,

they took my ancestors’ lands,

my family’s homes

and threw us to the streets.

Where I come from,

I am no longer allowed

to live in my land

because they gave my land away

and even gave it a new name.

I cannot go back to where I came from

because I am deformed since birth;

I just sit on sidewalks

begging for my daily bread.

The bombs disabled me.

Fear paralyzed me.

Chemical weapons blinded my sight.

Shouting and screaming

at the loss of my people muted me.

The fires burned my flesh alive.

I am deaf from the sounds of

bombs:

bullets,

explosions,

guns,

mortar shells,

air strikes,

and… and… and…

I cannot go back to where I came from.

Where I came from,

the war is not going to stop,

because weapon makers

are profiting.

I cannot get back on the boat

because it sank.

With it,

sank my hopes and my dreams,

my aspirations and my future;

my illusion of peace.

I can’t go back to where I came from you see

– but you can!

You can go back

to being tolerant of others;

back to having empathy and

compassion for those around you.

You can go back

to the time before you were taught

– to hate.

©Lozan Yamolky
From Book: I’m No Hero
Published in 2016 through Silver Bow Publishing

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