So we go to garment shop to get
a tie,
grey shirt,
clunk shoes,
and I ready for going to school.
It feel like I dressing for wedding,
and I wonder
how everyone put on these elegants all days.
School in England must be like
big song and dance
or
the military with these uniform.
Students all looking same.
And I hoping
it be more easy
now
to be one of them.
School happens on
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Friday
and
Thursday.
Phew!
School and reparation scheme my new life,
but I still don’t miss my old –
no way.
Never going back,
where people like us
always
under attack
from the rich-wealthy and those born of plenty.
Here
everyone is Romanian in all eyes,
but
back home
we are the Romani Roma gypsies
and we are kept in gutter.
No chance.
Here
with school, reparation scheme
and bad shoes is better.
Safer and sounder.