Scotland Poem

I come from Scotland, a country in the UK,
small, wet, 5,463,300 people.

I come from a town close to a city that has drugs, graffiti, drunk people, shouting and falling over the place.

I come from a town full of foreign people, mischievous teenagers, broken vapes laying on the ground, barking dogs.

I come from the smell of takeaway food, the taste of chips, the annoyance of school.

I come from the dramatic school football,
P7 vs P6, no mercy was shown, all out football.

I come from the pain of when my glasses got broke,
from the ball whacking my face,
the happiness of my first goal,
the brutal arguments about how “he was fouled”.