Wonton Love Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Wonton Love



I was never Mr.Right I was always Mr.Wong
I never new where I stood till it all went wrong
being mixed race has lead me to despair
If you've ever wondered what its like it's rarely quite unfair
My name is Scottish my looks are Chiny people stop and say cor blimey
Im noodles I'm oats, I'm bagpipes I'm bamboo flute, I can wear a kilt and a kung fu suit
I'm in-between half in half out it really makes you want to shout
But at least I have dual heritage cos that's what it's about.

Thursday, February 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: race
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