This Is Where I Come From Apostrophes , semi colons, I before e. full stops branding every page done and gone for good. Grammar tests A levels. Speech impediments marking you useless. Every voice with a hint of a foreign accent. People from Germany, Jamacia and Russia all at the same time. That is my language. Society shielded beneath the mask of old stereotypes grey old men, grey skys, grey tea. A delicate ageing queen and jam scones. Spolit rich kids with a posh English accent. Back slang, young gangs and an app for everything. That is my country. Gum ridden streets, overcrowded bus stops and the London rush hour. Peoplecrossing roads without crossings because they have better things to do than wait in pinstriped business suits and an oyster in one hand. Stressing from the high train fees that gobble down your bank account. That is my city. Old chicken shops and immigration marking every corner school route so never the same from the constant roadworks only time we gather is the town hall fireworks display. Schools filled with snuck in mobile phones and a problem kid in every classroom. That is my town. Old ladies banging on windows and foreign Romanian ladies cursing in unknown toungues. We sprint down the road , parents 5 pounds notes in our sticky grip as we chase down the ice cream man. Chalk tattooing I live here in bright pink letters. This is my road. English England London Walthamstow Hillcrest This is my home.