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