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I wrote this poem in honor of the Hurricane victims of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans.

"Refugee"

They say that’s me
I’m suppose to be an Evacuee
I lost my home in the hurricane, you see
No where to go
No where to sleep
I walk around with nothing to eat
If I break into a store
They will make a criminal out of me
My brother is in Iraq
Fighting for you and me
But in this country
I’m a refugee
Isn’t it ironic
When they don’t have a need for me
I’m just treated real bad like a nobody
Mixed and shipped with other families
When this dream was over
I prayed and gave thanks
That it wasn’t me
But what about the others
Who were not as lucky as me