I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.
Wow. I know this is about leaving home and being a refugee - but wow. I do not know where I am going. My beauty is not beauty here. The shame of not belonging. This is leaving anything - church for me.
