Status Updates From The Ungrateful Refugee

But I watched
people and I began to learn the stories: All Love ends. Without a
country, a fire is quenched, another flares. Limbo is temptation itself
– the itch to make life happen.

Consume these lives as entertainment, or education or threats to your person. It is your
choice how to hear their voices…read
as you would a box of letters from a ruin, dispatches from another time that we dust off and readily believe, because the dead want
nothing from us.

Wow, just wow

Why do the native-born perpetuate this distinction? Why harm the
vulnerable with the threat of this stigma? It took me decades to
know: the instinct to protect against competition from a talented
horde.

One face of power: making someone wait. Pausing futures, pausing goals, as long as the wait is politically favourable