‘Who am I?’ he asks. ‘I mean whooo am I?
I am not the one who feeds my sisters
That is what I do
I am not the one who keeps them safe
That is what I do
I am not the one who comforts my little sister when she cries
That is what I do
I am not the young boy who rummages around in the dump
That is what I do
I am not the boy chased out of sight when
People wearing clean clothes, holding their heads high march passed
Run, is what I do
Can anyone tell me whooo I am?’
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