Regrets of a Refugee
I regret not growing up with her
I didn’t learn how to love her
didn’t pick from her fruit or indulge in the sight
of all the green that she is
I regret watching my mother get snatched away
just that, watching
regret that I can never pretend to know the mother I never met
I regret her soil never flowing through my fingers
with my knees on the ground
head down
sobbing
to let the tears become one with my mother
and my body merely an element
I regret my ignorance for what prison is
what living with loss is
what losing every article of your past
and seeing the future in obstacles is
I regret not being one of whom had to fight for dignity
just to merely exist
but you can’t regret something you weren’t destined to have
but I still do
