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My Birthday

  


Today is my birthday. 

My father surprised me with a huge cake

And gifted me many presents. 

When he told me to make a wish before blowing candles, 

I said loudly I want to be like that Lady on the television, 

The lady that wears the red blouse and 

Who says about things like war, politics, and in some other places difficult to pronounce. 

Father told me I can be like her when I grow up

And then I can also learn everything about the places the lady says. 

But I didn't know, I will be homeless on my birthday, 

To step out of what I told my friends 'my home', 

To abandon the tv where the lady appears, 

To leave my birthday decorations, 

To lose the space in the bed between my father and mother. 

We were made to move out to nowhere, 

There were thousands like us, 

I don't understand why we are made to leave our place, 

Father says it is because they see us as different, 

It is because they don't see us as friends but foes, 

Just like the girl in red bun sees me at class, 

But she didn't tell me to leave my home.

I asked father where we are going, 

He smiled and told me, 

To somewhere where all these people of ours will be seen as humans, 

With flesh and blood just as others. 

He told me that I can watch the lady in the red blouse there too. 

But I didn't get it, 

How come she will be there? 

We left her on the TV at our home, 

Which faces my little chair. 

I think maybe a father will come back to get TV, 

Maybe we all will return, just like I returned from summer camp, 

And then I can tell my friends again, 

'This is my home, this is where I live'. 


A. C

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