I’m Just a Wee Guy
By Michael Hulme
HMP Birmingham
Who am I?
I’m just a wee guy from a Council estate
Nobody important
Nobody great
A broken boy, with broken dreams
A broken childhood with broken screams
Who am I?
I’m just a wee guy fighting for his life
As he swims upstream
I’m just a wee guy at the ghetto’s gate
Nobody important
Nobody great
Orphaned youth, running wild
Nobody notes that I’m nobody’s child
I’m just a wee guy, surviving in the wild
Who am I?
I’m just a wee guy who loiters out late
Nobody worries, ‘cos I’m nobody great
I’m an animal caged, a child un-aged
Adopted by the system, fostered by the state
I’m just a wee guy locked up
And labelled in a felon’s fate
Who am I?
I’m the spawn of a breeder, a fatherless boy
A feral feeder, a political ploy
I’m just a wee guy where history repeats
Trapped away in a time where my father used to be
Living out the story of trauma’s themes
Who am I?
I’m just a wee guy from a Council estate
The system sentenced ‘cos I’m nobody great