Norrie*

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Making judgements about others that one has no right to make: the Irish working class.

Submitted: November 12, 2006

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The bus stops with a screech and a pressured sizzle

Faces

all of them the same:

Indifferent or turned up at the sight of me,

Looking at the blue eye,

The scratches on my face

 

I know what they're thinking

They eye my sports jacket, my paint-spattered pants,

The earring in my left ear:

Boozing and brawling

Well

It's better than admitting the truth

 

She gets on beside me,

Watching our three-year-old,

Shouting as he runs up and down the aisle

I see the bitter twist of her mouth,

See the fists twitching,

Itching to reach out

*"Norrie" is Irish slang for "Northsider": those who live in the working class North Side of the city (both in Dublin and in Cork)


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