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No Legs
Look at me
Trying to stand on two legs
The two legs
That I don’t have
Split between two cultures
Cultures I belong to
Cultures who need me not
I talk to the people: I talk to my friends
I walk with the people: I walk with my friends
But I’m not the people
I go to my parents land
Meet people talk
Talk to people
But I’m not the people
I tell them prick me – I too bleed
Born in Britain
Yet not British
Look Asian
Yet not Pakistani
“What are you?”
They ask me
‘Me?’ I question
Then ‘Me!’ I answer
this poem is amazin, so much said in so little words.
well written.