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POEMS

Immigrant’s Son
I am not an immigrant,
I’m an immigrant’s son.
Having a British passport
isn’t much fun
when everyone wants to know,
where you come from.
No one seems to know
Where I belong.
Caribbeans see me
as a soft English rose.
Whites say I’m African,
’cause I’ve got a big nose.

I’m not an immigrant,
I’m an immigrant’s son.
Having a British passport
isn’t much fun.
They say my I.Q. is very, very low.
They see me as being stupid, lazy and slow.
They say I won’t achieve a very high station.
Well if I don’t blame my British education.

I’m not an immigrant,
I’m an immigrant’s son.
I’m African, Caribbean, British too.
And I’ve just got one little thing I’d like to say to you
When you say “the culture’s being diluted
by foreigners come here to stay”
I’ll remind you that I’m British
and I’ve never been away.

© Bertel Martin

I AM
I am a Black man.
My soul is in Afrika,
my mind is on the West Indies,
my feet are in England.
I am a Black man,
My spirit is in Afrika,
my heart is in the West Indies,
My body is in England.
I am a Black man.
My ancestors are in Afrika,
my relations in the West Indies,
my family in England.
I am a MAN,
My history is of Afrika,
my past is of the West Indies,
my present is of England,
my future is of the world.
© Bertel Martin