Attended one of these fairs or forums
This time it was held by a Magazine – Femina
The tickets where cheap and the add looked good
I called her and asked if we could go – we did
It was a sunday early in the day – around 10 o’clock
I guess it might have been..
We decided to meet at a metro station, DR Byen
It’s close to one of the major network companies in Denmark
Anyways I was just about to say hi to my friend Sol (Sun in Danish)
When I hearted load voices, people looking quickly away
Some where fixated towards one particular direction
Basically the whole situation was getting wierder and wierder
Like someone unknown dark force was headed our way
When the shouting and high pitched voices wouldn’t disapear
I finally decided to have a look at what the fuss was about
Have in mind that I haven’t even said ‘Hi’ to Sol yet
Our hello was unexpectedly interrupted – disstrupted
It was at this point it hit me like a bad break-up
‘Wait there’s something familiar about this launges’
Is it English.. No. Danish? Nah, what about Somali? Yeah!
This is when my face turned red, by eyes went down
And I forgot all about talking to Sol or even saying hello
I was for some odd reason imberessed by the whole scenary
Later on I say their faces, a mother still yelling at her child
With two little daughters in each of her hands
Her son was the one in ‘trouble’, not even caring it looked like
He was still doing his own think, running in and out, again and again
They where close to the metro-train on the otherside
Distanced from me but still closer the what felt comfortable..
I was wishing for her to stop welling and her son to listen to her
I didn’t feel sorry for her, ’cause she seemed strong
I wasn’t feeling anything for him either other then irritation
I guess I just felt like I’ve seen or heard about this story before
Probably felt impressed of it happening again
When this happens to me, which it rarely does I can’t help
But feel like everyone’s looking at them judging
Afterwards starring at me thinking: I wonder if she knows them?
The women yelling is dark-skinned and a hijabi, so is she.
Maybe there the same kind? Should I ask her what’s goin’ on?
These thoughts might be slightly dramatised but still truthfull
Or so I have exprienced prevously..
Now a days I’ve just become quicker at responding or avoiding
This time I went on with my life and said my hello’s
Sol and I then when in to our train in pure silence
Not the ockward kind but the one where you know
The other one with you needs time to think as well!