Belonging Elsewhere (Indian girl speaks of travel to Scotland, and experiences there)
Oh Sir, they’re milking the blackfaces beyond the gate, Those bushy frowns over the fodder those mothers ate, Oh no, Gordon, I’m worried for I hear my mom call for long She doesn’t understand I’m at a place I truly belong. Oh look how colourful this alleyway looks, The toiler spraying out of children’s books He looks kind, Gordon, I…