who am i

i proudly hold a british passport
yet through my veins run a mixture of grenadian spice and bajan hot sauce
guiding my temperament, giving me roots
further still a combination of nigerian, ghanian, arawak and portuguese
take that grounding even further

my voice echoes my english upbringing
and while I am proud, patriotism is not for me
I will never accept an OBE! which empire?
england meets the caribbean, fiercely proud of country, colour and kin
content with who I am, but really….

who am I?

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