he's soft and silent when the other kids
are busy being violent.
he doesn't have an accent.
sits in the mini chair playing cars,
got this blue one he loves more than all the others.
got his pair of scissors; doesn't know how to use them
but he'll carry them round with him for comfort. two year old
hoodlum with a blunt weapon.
he likes to smile but doesn't
often.
it's his first day.
first day of playing with the other children.
doesn't like the fights so he's learnt to leave them.
he's trying to learn english
from manc kids who can't speak it
but he's trying,
crying and pointing, holds on with every muscle in his body
to my hand, my leg, my stomach.
me.
cries and points. cries and points.
silent, he's a watcher.
stares at the other children but never interferes.
soft and silent, holding his scissors and his paper.
can't use them so prefers
to just rip up the paper.
making masterpieces out of crayons
to give to his mama.
mama.
now he points and stares, crying.
mama. mama. he holds on tighter.
runs outside but he can't find her.
mama. mama. can't find mama.
hold on tighter, boy. hold on tighter.
round here it's rougher than what you're used to.
he gotta learn, he gotta learn,
round here he aint gonna find her
you aint gonna find her.
round here it's rougher than what you're used to.
got to learn to drop the thankyous.
big fish in big sea got all the answers
and little little boy, we got your mama.