I Come From – MW Sun

I come from not one place,
But constantly moving,
Begging for a home,
Rooms in apartments, old
Village houses and hillside huts.

I come from new Clarks shoes
But Charity dresses,
Small cramped hands
Washing clothes in a distant brook,
Cooking on a paraffin stove.

I come from the freedom of nothing to lose,
Untethered to tradition or custom.
‘Rely on yourself,
This is your life,
Make what you can with it.’

M W Sun