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Mixed up but not confused

11/16/2007 08:27:04 / bored

I’m sorry to disappoint you
But I know who I am
Sorry love, I know where I’m coming from.

I apologise profusely, for having travelled far and wide.
Oops! Excuse my poor manners:
being so happy and wearing a smile.

Please accept my apologies for growing my hair so long,
and freckling and burning in the hot Caribbean sun.

Don’t mean to offend you
When I read Robert Burns or when
I feel a sense of kinship when the names 
Stephenson or Elliot arise.

May I humble myself before you
As I return from Jamaica
Honey coloured skin
and the love of Jamdown swelled in my heart.
Within me, pride and love of
Jamaica and Scotland will never part.

Don’t mean to disrespect you
When I know more about Black History
Than you think you do.
You see, I’ve never had a problem with who is who.
I’m a little partial to reading a book or two.

I’m so sorry that you have a problem with me,
on the arm of one of my brothers is where
you would love to be.
You don’t fear them, but fear me.

So here is my apology. From my heart.
I mean it.
Yeah, right. Don’t start.