No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.
I wrote this poem in Italy after meeting with Somali refugees that had just been released from a detention centre. I was feeling very overwhelmed. The first version of this poem is ‘Home’ which turned into ‘conversations about home at the deportation center’.
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