
Wondering if my skin will fit in
Slide to the side
Not recognised
A ruck sack on the tube
Will you sit next to me
Do I confuse and unsettle
Where to put me who am I
Like to call me names
Tell me my ancestry
With no idea of the family tree
Cut it down and reclaim it
Make it out to be what you name it
To be
Indian
Paki
What are you?
This country will never accept you
Says the man at the corner shop
In broken english
I can be anything you want me to be
I am the original chameleon me
Grew up in a house of fists and screams
Made me adept at not falling apart at the seams
So what a little upset
A dark alley way
A strange way
You look at me
Watching my moves
Looking at my curves
Making me feel like a piece of meat
Zigzagging as I walk home down my street
In case that look wasnt what I thought it was
Was what I thought it was
I can be anything you want me to be
I can blend in any place I need to me
I can be whatever I need to be to keep the peace to keep it calm to keep it safe to keep my space
To negate my race
I can pretend and refrain and deny myself my needs just so to be
This land my playground
This body my home
This face my homeland
This voice my own
This whatever that never fits in
This nose too big
This skin too olive or
Something
This me not quite a fit for you, for this, for us, for ever for time for this land for who
I can be anything me
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