I've Lost My Culture

So I mixed into the British frontier
I thought it was a smart blend
I was so desperate to become as they appear
And I became something my culture didn't intend

I'm lost now, because theres only so much you can mix before it all vititiates
Theres only so much you can do when appreciation doesn't regenerate.
Subsequently I've lost my connection to my culture identity
As though I never originated from my country

But can I call it my country since I didn't embrace it?
Does her name belong with me since i tried to replace it?
What languages should I speak? What's my mother tongue?
Twi, Ga but I tend to pronounce it all wrong.
I've lost it all, how do I get it back?
I'm lost in the middle desperate not to retract

Can you pity someone like me?
Or does disappointment erase all empathy?
Because I tried to adjust to an incompatible suit
And I tried to disassociate myself from my roots..
Can you look up to a person like me?
Someone who's missed out on what her cultural values mean
Because she tried on an incompatible suit
That made her woefully blind to her roots.

Write your rights!

It's alive, it never really died
It hasn't gone anywhere due to the human pride
Bringing with it the curse of the slave
The curse of disfigurement to what once made a man brave

Kicked down! Beat down! Held under arrest!
..Deprived of a freedom that was never fully possessed.
The invisible line that exists today,
Off corse people don't see it because of racist comments the law "forbids" us to say.

The darker skin and the difference in hair
a difference in culture; and because of this the racist man must stare?

The ignorance of people which we must bare
on all our backs as if our civil rights were never there.
As if Martin Luther King never had a dream
And Marcus Garvey never demonstrated how he wanted Africa to be redeemed.
As if  Malcolm X didn't fight for what really belonged
The equality for us all, that our contrasts should bond!

We need that society, but the blind won't see
Even those affected try to conform secretly
To how the right man wants us to live
To how he wants us to be accepted
Even though he isn't the one who's skin, who's colour,who's race who's culture is being disrespected.

But i won't be radicalised!
I won't confirm this stereotype
It's imperative that i rise above it.
My calling is that i shall write.

My mission is that through my gift i show my people's capability
That despite any efforts we will be free!
To say, think, act and pen what we believe
As the elite Black community
We will be free!