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| Uncertainty on life's pathway |
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I am from long walks,
From huge backyards and
tall trees
I’m from moving boxes
Holding memories wrapped up
in bubble wrap
I am from bustling streets
With peddlers peddling
wares
With foul-smelling air and cluttered
side-walks
I am from the big red car
And four guys in coloured
shirts.
I’m from first days
And new houses
I am from firm handshakes
And you can’t keep being so shy
I’m from The Daily Show
And The Colbert Report
With bad words that you’re
not allowed to say.
I’m from Eat your greens
And finish your food.
I’m
from Gai yang and sticky rice,
From
Arab food
And
family reunions.
I’m
from the delicious small cakes,
And
the big memories that are cooked into each one.
I’m
from hard days at the Docks
To
save money for school.
I’m
from immigration lines
And
passport stamps.
I’m
from uncertainty
And
hope
Wrapped
up all in one.
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