«Boat» by Rupi Kaur

Boat by Rupi Kaur

your legs buckle like a tired horse running for safety
drag them by the hips and move faster
you do not have the privillege to rest
in a country that wants to spit you out
you have to keep
going and going
and going
till you reach the water
hand over everything in your name
for a ticket onto the boat
next to a hundred others like you
packed like sardines