BEFORE WE GET INTO THIS
Before we get to know each other
And sing for tomorrow
And unearth yesterday
So that we can prepare our joint grave
You should know that I have no family,
Neither disowned nor distanced - none.
No birthdays nor Christmas,
No telephone calls. It's been that way
Since birth for what it's worth
No next of skin.
I am the guilty secret of an innocent woman
And a dead man - tell your parents, they'll want to know.
by Lemn Sissay
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