Poem by Aboeola, Anjoli, Jessica K, Nayema and Samantha, Year 9
I feel like there's someone running over a mountain
Someone flying in the sky
Feeling and smelling the fresh smell of freedom
I feel there is someone wanting to get out of poverty
Crying and asking 'why was it me?'
Another saying 'I'm finally happy and free'
Another saying 'where is my mummy, I want my mummy'
Crying and crying and crying.