These xenophobic attacks won’t stop me—you won’t cuff my soul, or imprison my spirit. You many burn me, Although you may attack me, my will to live lives, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll soar the sky, and sail the seven oceans, till I reach my greener pastures.
“Waye, you’re crazy for wanting to work away from home.” I laugh, when I hear these things. I’m a phoenix, ready to rise from the ashes. I am ready to burst out of this enclosure. If you can’t fly with me, admire me from the ground.