I Come From

I come from Mr Logic and Mrs Forest schools,

from travel here, travel there,  never settle down anywhere.

I come from mixing Aldi with Waitrose, ground almonds

and tinned soup.

I come from ‘What ya fuckin’ looking at?

And – ‘Just ignore them’,

from never staring the issue in the face, huh.

I come from the same repetitive conversations, predictable outcomes,

from graced hearts and chipped mugs.

Written by Maya, age 15, as part of Youth Word Up 2017