This is my face.
From here I look on the world-
Its beauty and its horror.
With this mouth I taste the bitter and the sweet.
My lips kiss my beloved
And hold the stick of smoke which comforts me.
My ears hear sweet music, my children’s voices.
They hear the cries and voices of hatred.
And the voice of compassion.
My face is the Me you see.
Tracks of journeys,
Lines of laughter and of pain.
Don’t judge the lines,
The heavy hanging hair.
Take time to look
To listen
To hear my story.
To understand.
See me
Art-work and poetry reflecting the stories of the displaced people who arrive at Doncaster’s Conversation Club by Sallie Ashe and Denise Cann, members of Balby (Doncaster) Local Meeting