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People see me in my uniform and smile
At the girl in deep blue and bold yellow.
Every morning as I go to the Central rue de Paris, take my work
For the day and mount my bike,
I know their day is lying in my hands.
Saying hi to Mira or Jean-Baptiste going to school,
Being chased playfully by the dirty dogs of the neighbourhood,
Seeing Mr and Mrs Carlier argue every single morning!
Wind, rain or thunder, I don't care,
I'm a woman on a mission.
Air mail, stationary, bubble wrap, postcards,
Bills or love letters in scented envelopes made from magazines.
Africa, America and South Asia or Australia,
All just a stamp away from me!
Women and men, young and old, wait for me.
For the comfort I bring,
The reassurance that someone, somewhere, knows about them,
Brings them back to life every single morning.
They offer me buttered croissants, home-made biscuits, coffee or milk,
worry about my health,"And how are you today?".
They pray for my arrival, curse and hug me.
Shout at me, run after me and after
the same hope : "Do you have anything for me?"
And yet every day when I come home and eat dinner,
clean the house, clean it again
pretending I don't care,
I still have to face my mailbox's emptiness.
When will I have anything for me?