The internet is a safe space,
a fragile glow in the night.
Here I breathe, here I speak,
words flowing without checkpoints,
without soldiers at the door.
Everything else is a war zone.
Streets filled with smoke,
papers demanded,
identities torn and thrown away.
Every corner whispers:
You don’t belong.
But online,
my voice can stretch like light,
untouchable, unbroken,
finding echoes in hidden rooms
where silence cannot chase me.
The internet is a safe space.
Everything else —
the world outside,
the borders,
the flags,
the smoke —
is just a war zone
I refuse to call home.