It's called selling yourself, <br />she says <br />to me, offering unsolicited advice. She's been here ten years <br />and I'm but a new migrant and worse, she thinks, <br />a quiet and unassuming one at that. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It's called selling yourself, <br />she says. <br />You got to be aggressive and assertive; <br />You got to be pushy. <br />Sell yourself. <br />I look at her <br />as she turns to her neighbour: <br />I see <br />she deals with cliches <br />and bankrupt phrases <br />and she herself stands <br />like an overused fourth exclamation mark. <br /> <br /> <br />Go to the alley, you bitch, <br />and sell yourself. <br /> <br /> <br />(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selling-yourself/
