The migrant's son fights with his sis,
shouts at his mum and defies his dad.
The migrant's son rolls on the carpet
and somersaults over the sofa...
I know why you do this,
son, I know why you do this;
but be patient awhile, be patient,
for it takes time
to have each one's space and life...
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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