sitting with my friends

sitting with my friends
while they ran through the prayer
reading from the book
way over there
and i never paid notice
i never knew the words
spoken in punjabi
most of it i'd never heard
we'd sit and laugh at people
and wait for all to end
and when the service was over
we'd go down and eat then
te food was made by aunties
and served out of buckets
we'd sit and eat and talk
while the old uncles full of fuck-its
would speak about the cuontry
they'd come from once
it really wasn't mind
i'd come from englands grass
it was ok because my skin
was the same color theres was
and i had a putka on
that made me natural cause
i was like them too
and they saw themselves in me
i'd fit right in
very nicely
and i'd sing the songs
they'd sing along
we'd sit upstairs together
stand and give a prayer
outside we'd play
basketball every day
during the boring parts
in between farts
we'd go on the blacktop
and play on the shiny ground
rain had just fallen down
and throw the ball up
the kids spread out
and i lost love
then i met the woman
and i was reminded of