I am an eleven-year-old adult.
I am forced to walk miles in the scorching sun
To sell goods on the streets.
I am an eleven-year-old adult.
I am done with school.
Not because I skipped grades,
But because I cannot afford to learn.
I am an eleven-year-old adult.
I have to take care of my five younger siblings,
And help raise them.
I am an eleven-year-old adult.
Stripped of my childhood by my
Refugee status.