Stop and Think
We live in fear.
Running away from our birth land.
Packing all of our memories in a suitcase.
Seeking better opportunities in a foreign country.
Living ours behind, our past, trying to find a more stable present.
All kinds of names are given to us.
Followed and hunted by nightmares created by us.
Living a life on the run, hiding.
Never hurting anyone but still chased as criminals.
This is a small call to everyone.
Think of all the damage we can cause with just a word.
Stop and think.
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