A touching poem by an Ethiopian migrant domestic worker living in Beirut for the past 8 years. It mirrors a lot.
Linked from here.
On refuge, I thought that there was really going to be a change in my life.
I didn't know it's grave like you die.
I was thinking also about dollars.
To gratify myself but nothing has changed.
It's just wasting my time on refuge which I though was really going to affect my life.
My power is finished by coming and going.
I lost my younger age.
I got sick and tired.