Growing up in care: I felt like somebody's experiment

Growing up in care: I felt like somebody's experiment

You'd expect a poet to be self-conscious about the way he tells his story, and Lemn Sissay is. He comments on the structure of his sentences, apologises when they're not pretty enough. Sometimes he talks in riddles that neither of us can quite work out, so we leave them and move on because, in truth, there is no way to make sense of the mess that characterised the first half of Sissay's life.