Life by Seb
I began in a place called Kenya, Nairobi.
Bloody birth; not very low-key.
White boy playing on black land,
Like a white shell resting on black sand.
My blond Danish Mama
Buttoned my pajama,
Whilst my two black Mamas
Took care of all the drama.
Then at two years old
My Papa was sold.
Egypt was the country.
Sunny, sweaty and strictly dusty.
People + Places + Poetry