London Baby Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

You little creature,
Must be wary.
For you cried your first in a stranger's palm, covered with faces that are not yours.
Smiling your first with distant cousins that mean you no good.
Your ignorant father giving you a stupid privilege, of having a useless dual citizenship.
Thinking it will shape you.
You that little creature must be wary.
Cos a man with two houses is as good as a man without a house, without a direction, without a focus.
You that was given birth to abroad
Cry, for your plight is two.
That of your first cry and that of your last.