After my arresting
they threatening me with young people jail.
They tell me I’ll be bitch boy.
‘Look at you,
all dark skin,
dark eyes.
It’ll be a bit of exotic for them,’ Security Man One say.
‘They’ll be gagging to get their hands on you,’ Security Man Two say.
‘Good looking lad like yourself,’ One say.
‘Foreign,’ Two say.
‘Pretty boy.’
‘Fun boy.’
‘Lovely.’
‘Bit of crumpet.’
They scare me too much with bitch boy story
so that I tell to them all truths about my
steal.
But when real police come
they not send me to
young people jail.
For goodness gracious sake no.
They send me to something called
‘reparation scheme’,
head down,
tongue shut
with other
terrible teenagers.
They also tell Mămică and Tata that I must go to school
because ‘as parents’ they have a
‘Duty of Care’
and
if we are living in this country
our family
‘must adhere to the laws and rules in England.’
They say at end:
‘Is that clear? Got it?’
If not got it Tata must go to man jail
or pay heavy cash fine.
And who will be the blame?
Me, that’s who,
like all other times.
School!
Night … mare.