Haytham Trueheart


Domestic Refugee


Fatherless feathers fallen from nests of displacement. In streets thinner than hairs, I abandon my culture like dead clothes. I cruise from city to coasts echoing like a village dweller that misses his home. Wrestled by passports and borders, my traditions are stripped by concrete giants of vacuous capacities. I don’t comply by modern society, I am Torres Strait Islander, a free nomad of oral oceans moving by wind and tide. I crouch in alleyways slipping in a pouch of homesick songs, I flee in the gutters of tomorrow’s problem, my soul has no calendar. My Kurdish friends tell me; Like us, you’re a refugee in your own country.




























Domestic Refugee
By Haytham Trueheart
“My name is Haytham Trueheart, I am a poet based in Sydney, Australia. I am Torres Strait Islander—Kiwai, Australian, Aboriginal raised, and Kurdish at heart.”





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