YOU’RE A COCONUT

mummy once came up to me,

wearing her best smile;

while we were in a mix of all the chatter;

me –  trying to understand the foreign tongue;

she –  trying to remember what she once knew;

and told me -

‘don’t worry child, you don’t belong, I don’t belong either,

for we’re coconuts, brown on the outside, like them, but white on the inside.’

(31/10/2010, Sunday)