I’m a person first: a poem about finding my identity

Born on a council estate, couldn’t relate, Not special, not wild – just council house child; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Migration across the world, senses unfurled, becoming a Pom – caught in maelstrom; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Learned language: the twang, idiom and slang, Then back to Britain – new script unwritten ForeignerContinue reading “I’m a person first: a poem about finding my identity”