A Rohingya Refugee
		“I can be killed here in Bangladesh.
	My body can earn a proper funeral.
	Sending me back to Myanmar is immature,
	Not even the assurance of a funeral there!”
Triggering suicidal ideas in Cox’s Bazaar
	While my sisters are trafficked and my brothers kidnapped.
	Every refugee wishes to go back home,
	Why do I need to deny myself?
Despite the longest-running mind movie,
	I still shout for justice.
	All I want is to live again in my own home,
	A safe life, to enjoy my rights.
The world I knew has gone,
	My people were killed and displaced.
	It’s the fourth time I have fled Bangladesh,
	My life is spent just trying to survive.
I always ask myself during repatriation:
	“Is this the last time?”
	“Could I be fortunate enough to escape again?”
	This time it is different. My heart is asking me.
Editorial note: Read Mayyu’s interview with James Byrne.