Cameyah

I went to the immigration and I got a cold I wanted to speak to the officer, but I was just coughing I went to my lecture at the University But I got a rash The told me that I should read the book instead, But I got a headache I was passing Buckingham Palace And I got a stomachache I wanted to watch some TV But as I turned it on, my rash came back I went to see the Louvre Once again I got the headache So finally I decided to go see the docta Docta give me some medicine, He tell me, to stay away from such places, They are not good for my health. He tell me, I have an allergy, I am allergic to bullshit.

When you enter this part of Paris, you notice the difference, the border between the romantic and beautiful, to the rough, crowded and very intensed. Paris has so many beautiful fountains, churches, architecture, decorations, etc. It has so much of history and art. But, do we forget that the year is 2009 and that the romance and beauty are replaced by the hunger, bitterness and conflicts between the citizens. Welcome to this dark spot of dirt on this perfect diamond. Welcome to the mess in the city of perfection. Welcome to the richness, in the city of poverty. Welcome to the joy in the city of depression. Welcome to the love, in the city of war. When you enter the metro line nr 2, going from Nation up to the north of Paris, you see all kinds of people going into town. When the metro reaches the station Stalingrad, most of the white people have left the train. What you see now is a mixture of Asians, Africans, Arabs and a few caucasians, going up north. Some faces are bleached, becomin

We are blind Not because we don't see But because we choose to We are deaf Not because we were born like that But because we adapted to it We are senseless Not because we don't feel But because we don't look for it We don't smell Not because it's clean But because it's too dirty We don't talk Not because we are numb But because we are afraid We don't eat Not bacause we are hungry But because we want to stay slim We laugh Not because we are happy But because we want to forget We don't touch Not because we are alone But because we don't want to get attached We are fooled Not because we are stupid But simply, because it is easier that way

If you don't value your friends they will not be there for you when you will need them. They cannot wait forever and life is so funny that it will always turn around on you and teach you a lesson. We think that we can always run away from our karma, we forget that there is another power out there, so much stronger than us. We do mistakes, without asking for forgivness, we insult, without thinking about the consequenses, we forget and we don't pay attention to our actions. I am very kind, loving and giving. But at this point, after waiting to hear from a lot of people, I simply walk away. If you don't show me love, I will turn my back on you. I always say that and I believe it is true, what goes around, comes back around. The Almighty will take care of that. You think that you can escape, but I am sorry to tell you, that you cannot. When some fo these people will try to look for me now that I am moving to a more attractive part of the world, I am so sorry to tell you that I

Sometimes I am scared of the world. It is destroying itself. I don't see a way out and everything sounds hopeless. So while we all are sinking deeper and deeper into the destruction. My only wish is to spend my last seconds with you.

It is so funny that I need you And you don't even know It is so crazy that I love you But you don't even know I am so sure of you And you don't even know It is so funny that I see you But you don't even know It is so funny, cause there is no one else for me But you don't even know It is so funny that I know all this But you don't even know It is so funny that I feel this But you don't even know Because if I would ever tell you You would run away And I will never know

We all need to feel that we belong. We need to find that place and be able to recognize it. I have been an immigrant for 14 years. I move around a lot and wherever I go, I never belong to the majority. By being one of the minority groups in a country you easily blame the problems on the society. You glorify your own country, mainly because you have not seen it for a very long time, making it to a distant paradise, that you are striving to return to, one day. Longing for a place where you can call home. I really think that we should appreciate the moment, right here and now. We have moved for a reason and we are getting something from the experience, we always learn and we always grow. People always judge you depending on certain elements and it is hard not to fall into arguments and quarrels. No matter what happens in your daily experience it is so relaxing to come back to this certain place and be with the people who grew up in the same city as you did. Who ate the same food as you at

When we hear about Africa in the news or in the newspapers, all they talk about is the war, starvation and misery. When I came to Europe, nobody could understand why I left for this uncertain continent. They asked me, what is there? I answered - everything. The media does not mention the actual people, the laughter and all the fun that is going on. It almost feels as if they don't want us to know. They want to hide the truth. They want to scare us and they don't want us to know. Did your TV ever tell you that a stranger can welcome you into their house, give you his/her last piece of food, last wata and give you his bed, just to make sure that you feel welcomed? You can stay for as long as you want, nobody would ever kick you out. Did they write in the newspapers how an African person would leave all his/her responsibilities, just to help you? How they value a true friend? How they commit to the family? How warmhearted, kind and giving they are? Did they tell you, that when we