Given that’s it’s National Poetry Month, this article seems very appropriate. I’m still digesting this but needless to say this reverberates with me. Check out the poem at the end of the article. I feel the need to send this guy an email. Excerpt:
Can’t sell a leaf to a tree
Nor the wind to the atmosphere
I know where I am meant to be
And I can’t be satisfied here
You can learn more about Lemn Sissay and read more of his work on his website.
Ethiopian poet, playwright and author Lemn Sissay, 39, was raised by a white family in the north of England. Here he tells how his life often felt like an experiment.
When somebody takes a child from their native culture, that is in itself an act of aggression.
People will often say, love is all you need.
But that is not true. Love without understanding is a dangerous thing.
My mother came to England in 1967, which was a really high point in Ethiopian culture – Ethiopia was a prosperous place. She came during what was a comfortable time for Ethiopians.
But as she found out, it was not a comfortable time for race relations in the UK.
My mother, finding herself in difficulties, sought to have me fostered for a short time.
However, the care worker, who named me Norman after himself, told my foster family that it was a proper adoption.
I was with them for 11 years.
My mother and father
Although they were white I believed they were my father and mother.
I had seen black people in the street or maybe even said hello but until I was 17 years old I never actually knew another black person.
Shoutout to adk for getting this out!