For my birthday this year I have written my life story in 28 lines, enjoy;
My father’s bone structure and my mother’s laugh
Social workers who held our family together longer than it should have been
The welfare system that we became a part of, because there was one
My smile I kept even though unknowingly numb
Rare letters from dad and mum that meant more because of that
School friends who just were
The foster family that took me in even though I made it eight
Neighbourhood friends who are friends still
Jobs I had when I hadn’t a clue
Times I spent at the best Discos in town
Girls who had crushes on me and I didn’t know
Guys I had crushes on but couldn’t let it show, mostly
A French hooker who I didn’t pay for or he for me
Friends who persevered with me while I unwound, several times
England, where myself I found
Football and its sentimental moments of glory
Art, which at times I hold in awe
Friends I made while almost having no fixed abode
Finding strength in collective grief
The fingerprint office, which left a big mark
Corporate life, which embraced me fully
Having a capacity to give and accept love while pretending I don’t
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The trauma that came in several guises and taught me empathy
Family who are friends
Friends who are family, and
The 14 year old sensing there is more to life than this
He is still me.
Beautiful!
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