SEASON OF LOST LOVE (Extract from)

Seemingly standing
Upon departing highways
Watching lost people at cross roads
Losing cultures and religions
Being stung by depression
Swimming in oceans of hopelessness
Finding hopefuls in overalls with a bag full of confidence
Standing on shoulders of structures and nations
Shooting pot shots at lost souls
Searching their environments for peanuts
Cause capitalism works upon exploiting the have not’s
And African immigrants be pondering the future
Looking at familiar looking strangers in weird environments
And colder climates
Labelled as primates
In reality my lost and found cousins
Still unrecognised by some
While scattering seeds of their
Memories into hostile ground
Watching it grow splintered hostile and angry
Wondering who they be
While bragging Nigga Negro Necro nothing mentalities
Or like me remaining hungry
Meeting these seeds
Explaining who I be
Tuggstar-Togobo-Ewe Born in Britain but Ghanaian
Descended from the Dahomey kingdom
High wall guarded against outside slave raiders
Inside brutal soldiers
Causing certain sections to migrate
To the region of the Volta river
Pre Gold coast and post independence invited by Nkrumah to become Ghana
Whose parents descended to Britain
Gave birth to a poet inherited with the traditions
In the mould of the old
Meeting diverse human beings
And remaining disturbed by the experience
Meshed into letters and spluttered in a new language
First generations to refer to English as my first
Looking back in the past to the souls who walked with the spirit
Before I had it
Wondering what will become of it
That and the broken hearted
Stuck between continuing the legacy and just saying f*!K it
Believing in Marcus Garvey philosophy
Just not race first ideology
I just wanna be!-stuck between
The black mans rise and c demise
More mix minded in these times
And we all just trying to find a way
Or at least find one that answers some
And I provide my personal theories in poems
Though sometimes when I’m done
It feels like parents are looking at me
Like I’m the one
And I’m like sister I wish I was that person
I’m just someone who read something once
And I’m sharing my experience and opinions
But I’m not forsaking my calling
Hell I’ll go to your school
Speak to your children
Cause I’m hoping to meet him too……