Inter-racial relation-
ships usually come with
stares
strolling by a-
cross
boundaries
but we don’t ever ask for nothing
holding hands in the park
having a brew + biscuit by the lake filled with dead
ducks
and rubbish
a lot of onlookers seem ed-
gy
like we’re suicide bombers
some gob off in mock-Pakistan-
i
accents (she’s INDIAN)
shouts of: “SHE’S NOT FROM ROUND
ERE!”
Ere, mate, fuck
you. We’re all 1
race (HUMAN) / we just want
peace
somewhere free to roam
cutting through private
property on the way to fish n
chips on the corner: she kissed
me
on the cheek @ the zebra cross-
ing
as the AUDI gangsters flash-
ed their lights and rev-
ved their
engines.
We’ll often hear the suits tut / old dears
sigh
drunks snigger / young uns never bother to hold
doors
and matching PUBLIC
ENEMY t-
shirts do us no favours (truth be
told)
– but we don’t care we
keep
carry-
ing
on.