I wrote this when I kept seeing this name in graffiti on several walls. The graffiti said Vicky B and Chee(Which is my son's nickname)
He denied all knowledge and then I had a dream where my son said 'will i keep my shoes on when I meet Vicky B.'
Who is Vicky B?
Where is Vicky B?
Why is Vicky B?
Will I be keeping my shoes on when I meet Vicky B?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem