It is clear to me now
no wonder your people told me that
(they still tell me that)
I had to be aggressive and insistent
I had to pursue matters; no use in
being co-operative and compliant
they told me that with a retiring disposition
such as mine
we will run all over you.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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