Ganimete Jakupi Demiri | Thursday, 19 August 2021 | Print
Ganimete Jakupi Demiri
Such a heavy name without national identity,
They call you immigrant even though you are Albanian,
They see you with other eyes in a foreign country,
People do not know your identity…
How much your soul hurts from this name,
You’re just in the eye, just in case,
They call you strangers with bias,
Even though you have an identity, you are like an orphan.
Every time you get disappointed in life full of trouble,
From the various barriers to come before you,
Forced to overcome injustices too,
Hoping for a better life.
How many times did night catch without bread and water,
Remain the shelters like a stranger,
At the mercy of destiny, seek a future,
As an immigrant, work the most different jobs.
Your identity now has the name ′′ Immigrant “,
One life if you work and live,
Even if you get another citizenship,
Your name ′′ Immigrant ′′ will remain.
Copyright@Ganimete Jakupi Demiri
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Posted 11:40 pm | Thursday, 19 August 2021
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