Bosnian Girls
Sara Milić
My mother looks at me like I’m some foreign thing
because I speak to her in English at home
and I don’t want my own children, gnawing
at my life like hers did, or just any nice man
to take care of me when I’m old. I’m unlike anything
she’s ever been before, and nothing she dreamed
when she covered me from frost and snipers;
I was a dubious baby, born to be split in parts.
because I speak to her in English at home
and I don’t want my own children, gnawing
at my life like hers did, or just any nice man
to take care of me when I’m old. I’m unlike anything
she’s ever been before, and nothing she dreamed
when she covered me from frost and snipers;
I was a dubious baby, born to be split in parts.
Sara Milić is a Bosnian-American international student at Lancaster University where she is finishing her MA in Creative Writing. Sara’s experiences as a former war refugee and immigrant greatly influence her work in prose and poetry, through which she aims to shed light on the marginalized Balkan diaspora.
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