Poetry

Windrush Baby

We came rushing in on a golden invitation

To rebuild our lives and rescue a nation

“You’ll be welcome”, the people said, but we weren’t welcome the streets are dread

Sleeping in bomb shelters it was hard to get a room; cos they saw that we are Black with the soul of a Maroon

So we founded our communities and threw a huge party. Everyone wants to be there cos that is where the heart is

Broken our backs, strengthened our cores. Doing the most our tax stays ashore

Don’t ever tell me that I can’t belong! Cos I’ve Built this City and this is my home!

You’ve got the nerve to tell me to leave, when all this time it was hard to breathe?

Tek weh yuself cos I’m 70 years standing! I will not be moved at your demanding.

They saw that we are Black woth the soul of a Maroon

#thistooishistory

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