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And there I was, French class, totally confused
I thought it was because we discussed political
subjects, then I discovered I could not count at
all, not understand what was said, all I replied
was ‘I’m not interested in rewriting history’
Remembered my dad - growing up in the poorest
part of town - disadvantaged - black and white
looked at faces around me, feeling alone, lost
the positive feeling of colleagues at work, felt
boxed in, confessed mess in class at home
Hubby confessed curry added to dish last night
derailed my brain, at least now I know why I
completely lost the plot, the story of my life
sometimes I can and sometimes I can’t
depends on what food contained
Tomorrow I’ll try again to meet the norm, do
my job, understand – today is lost
tomorrow always is
a new day…
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