I come from

I come from two generations of great cooks,

The taste of red velvet and chocolate cake.

I come from the spiders in my room,

The Taste of Victoria sponge.

I come from the Lego buried in my room

The blinding light from my iPad.

I come from the balancing of my bike.

I come from my grans great cooking,

I come from the great spirit in my mum and my granny.

I come the fears that walk all over me.

I come from the joy of art,

I come from the joy of dogs,

I come from the joy of the park.

I come from the dull skies of Banton.

I come from the freezing rainy weather in Banton.


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