Some borders do not end when you cross them. Even when you move, it moves with you, it follow you into your sleep, into your memories, into the language you speak, into the way you see yourself and the world around you. A poem by @davidyambio.bsky.social www.refugeesinlibya.org/post/a-borde...
A Border That Keeps Following Me: Poem By David Yambio
No one has ever shaken my hand without feeling broken borders inside my palm.No one has ever looked into my eyes without discovering an entire continent within them.Everything can be silenced except t...
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