Reflection In Sunlight

Reflection in sunlight I`m sitting in the sun in the yard it is getting its strength back and I try to get a tan, you see when I was young I blushed easily this was because I lived in fear of being found out be sent back as the intruder, I was the one who escaped poverty. On a royal navy ship, they had six trainee officers from Ethiopia who had their own quarter but had no one to cook and look after them; racism was audible back then, it still is, but it is the Arabs who get it now. I, having been brought up by my communist mother, had no such qualms took the job. Mind, I also saw it as an escape from the mess hall. Beautiful people I grew fond of them; the work was easy as they only stayed on board four days a week. Talking about skin colour having had skin cancer twice, I no longer sit in the sun, but use a self- tanning cream – it is not only Trump- but what the hell I look healthy.