I am from Curly hair, Black bonnets

And long lashes 

I am from peppermint, 

Fire wood, and the broken trampoline

 in the back of the shed.

I am from that red door that 

closed and I don't see any more.

I am from Black cake 

and Chowmein, 

spice just right. 

I am from Dark eyes 

and Thick brows 

To “Stay in a child's place”

And “worry about yourself” 

I am from freckles to westles 

And blood vessels too. 

I am from a big Family, 

Started with me 

And still growing each week.

From the black to the white, 

My loud laugh, I'm only half.

Eating every meal, Spicy or 

sweet, curry and roti. 

I am from both worlds.

Not thinking I'm enough. 

Where I'm from, It's ruff.