In our country there is no security.
There are many problems.
Insecurity.
Delinquency.
Each day is worse.
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Since the loss of my brother
the brother of my heart
I lost part of my life.
When he was no longer with us
no longer part of my life
everything changed.
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Everything changed.
I lost my brother.
I lost my daughter.
Murdered.
Dead.
Each day my heart suffers.
I do not want my son
to suffer the same fate.
Death.
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The only thing I ask God:
Do not let my little son suffer.
Do not let him die like my brother
and also like my daughter.
I ask God to grant me peace.
To reunite with family in the USA.
To have a better future.
Safe.
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To have life
we were forced to leave
the country that we love.
If we remain
we die.
So we made the journey here
so we could life.
Mother 7-13-16
My Journey
Refugee Art 
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