People Asking

People ask ya:
“Where ya from!?”
As if they were saying
“Oh I’m so sorry”
“What’s wrong?”
And I stand there,
don’t know what to say,
like when your friend’s friend
has passed away.

I have a mother and a father,
like all of us,
once.
“And fortunately I happen to know who mine are,”
I reply.
“They came from their parents,
as far as I know,
and beyond that;
god knows
it if was apes”.