We're rocking Sunday best
for all of Friday's events,
Calling everyone Auntie & Uncle,
without any of the relations.
       That's how we were raised

Calling some a boss,
mostly those who didn't
even once employ us.
We don't get angry, we just
tell you, you've made us cross.
       That's how we were raised

The adults talk of old days,
telling kids to go outside & play.
Stuck at afternoon tea party dates,
Feeling shy when mums come
with a purse lunchbox;
To take home some of the cakes.
         That's how we were raised

Taking selfies at funerals;
the same adults you never met,
Say the used to change your diapers.
'Don't you remember me,'
that statement seems to be the usual.
         That's how we were raised

Raised mixed in a world
of so many pretty colours.
I got the spice from my mother,
the pride of my father,
And the division from forefathers.

Fitting in with the blacks,
seem relatable with the whites.
But we're not always the same;
if I'm facing the true facts.
       That's not how we were raised

But how I was raised
is never going to change.
With age, you learn to accept,
And for the next-generation;
start a better story on a fresh page.