Untitled London Poem 18/1/17

When did I become a black writer?

Was it at birth     with deviant skin

Or when I found my voice -mirroring my sight.

My poetry somewhere between Heaney & Rage (Against the Machine).

 

I hear the black only adjectives again today,

but I’m already well too aware

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