A child from conflict won’t come far

A child from conflict is full of scars

We only know pain and trauma 

But when bringing it up they say we’re full of drama

One country to six parts

It’s like they were playing a game of darts

One culture being torn apart

We barely know when our history starts

As a yugo a part of me is pain

As a yugo I can see our gains

With the gift of life, all I can do is give back 

Just hoping they won’t say my efforts lack

As a yugo I’m proud of my origin

But as a yugo I’m sad about the torn wind.

The life I’m living isn’t everyone’s and staying strong, I’m not always capable.

No matter where i go, whatever aligns with my role, being yugo is a part of my soul.

the yugo inside me will always be my core despite all our open wounds still being sore.

A child from conflict won’t come far.

As a child of conflict, I now give you my scars.

by Anela Reč