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The life of a gypsy

Poetry By: Gypsy flower
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As the title says just a poem about my life as a gypsy :)


Submitted:Jan 21, 2012    Reads: 185    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Some people think that gypsy life is romantic

candle lit vardos and women dancing in scarves while children ride horses in the moonlight

tinker and fortune tell as we travel through the country side.

Maybe in the olden days, maybe this was true

my great grandmother used to travel with a dancing bear in tow

and children from the villages wanted to travel along too.

But now it's not so easy, to lead my gypsy life

from car park to car park, each time met by police

people want to fight you, say you steal and dont belong.

We don't belong in your world, it's as simple as that

so we're given travellers sites by sewrage farms and motorways

out of sight is out of mind,

Out of sight is out of mind, like the racism and abuse we have to put up with,

and where are our friends in blue then?

they're with the bailiffs evicting gypsys from another site, putting more people on the road ... homeless again.

It'll be us next.





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