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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Revelation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Been ‘bout ten years Shell I been together, <br>All pretty fine, some ups and downs and whatever<br>Couple of kids no more had been planned <br>Fibro house, half an acre of land<br>Oh yeah, Shell is pregnant which was quite a surprise<br>Not sure if the house is an adequate size<br>But, hell, I’m now happy though was worried at first<br>The area round here’s goin’ from bad unto worse<br>It’s housing commission and they put the dregs here<br>Lots of blackfellas with their swearing and beers<br>They drink on the footpath all times of the day<br>An' look at us white folk in menacing ways<br>I’d get rid of ‘em all if only I could<br>I’ve never yet met an Abo that’s good<br>They lie and they steal and they’re primitive too<br>Send them back to the country is what we should do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyway, on this particular night<br>Shell’s breathing heavy and didn’t feel right<br>So I called up the doctor who told us to wait<br>Time the contractions and get ready mate<br>‘Round ‘bout three thirty we knew it was time<br>Twenty k’s to the hospital – not a long drive<br>It was windy that night and the clouds they were low<br>So we got in the car and drove safe and slow<br>It was then that the rain came – like being in the shower<br>What should take ten minutes was taking an hour<br>The creek burst its banks down near Somersby way<br>And the radio said there would be big delays<br>I got on the mobile – quite frantic by now<br>Then Shell’s waters broke and I didn’t know how<br>Somehow then it all happened so very quick<br>But the blood and the screaming made me feel sick<br>Then all I could hear was a tiny quiet cry<br>My baby! My baby! I sang to the sky<br>It was dark on that roadway – nobody around<br>And the rain it was teeming – we were stuck out of town<br>The ambulance got there ‘bout a quarter to five<br>I stayed with the car – I was planning to drive<br>I now think that it’s strange I stayed with the car<br>I’d not yet seen my baby – the night had no stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“This can’t be my child! ” I screamed at the nurse<br>“You’ve made a mistake and to make matters worse<br>This baby is black so just take it away! <br>Now sort out this cock up or I’ll make you all pay! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke with a bandage surrounding my head<br>A drip in my arm in a hospital bed<br>They gave me sedation and I felt quite numb<br>Was this all a nightmare? What had I done? <br>I’d passed clean out in that hospital ward<br>‘Cos we had the wrong baby and I’d fell on the floor<br>A sensible doctor then came to see me<br>Now just a few questions he said patiently<br>How is my baby? And how is my Shell? <br>They’re doing quite nicely, he said, very well<br>Now tell me, the Doctor then asked seriously<br>Where are your parents and are they healthy? <br>Why is there a problem? I asked him once more<br>No, not really a problem just for my records<br>So, you were adopted? And when would that be? <br>I told him it was ‘round nineteen seventy three<br>I’d lived out near Dubbo and my parents were killed<br>In a car crash or something on a road in the hills<br>That is your wife’s baby, he said quietly<br>My blood pressure rose and I started to scream<br>But it can’t be my child so where’s the bitch been<br>I’ll kill her! I’ll kill her! That whore’s cheated on me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took what they called a paternity test<br>The lawyer said it was all for the best<br>I now know the truth and it’s been hard to take<br>That baby’s my own and was not a mistake<br>I’d thought I was Irish with some Maltese genes<br>But I am an Abo – that’s proven it seems<br>My parents they died just a few years ago<br>They’d lived in the country – they’d moved out from Dubbo<br>They thought if adopted then I’d have more chance<br>Of a prosperous life and improved circumstance<br>So all of those years I’d been living a lie<br>Regarding myself as superior white<br>‘I don’t look like a black man’ I said to the lawyer<br>‘But then nor do I, would you please sign this form sir’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q>
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All pretty fine, some ups and downs and whatever
Couple of kids no more had been planned 
Fibro house, half an acre of land
Oh yeah, Shell is pregnant which was quite a surprise
Not sure if the house ..."></div>
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