Windrush Words: Small Island

Yes! I from a small island

I just as big as you,

Cause I standing right here in England,

My brother, my sister, I'm standing next to you.

We all came with the same beating heart,

Wanting to catch up with family, with friends

Wanting to see the mother country

Now I here, it’s 1960 in London City

I cannot see, not even one fruit, to pick from any tree.

The colonial days brainwash we and instil,

Negative ways of thinking

Small island and light skin

I small, but it’s my small island rum,

You sitting here, in England drinking.

Let us unite, we have a bigger unfair fight,

To live here, in the Queen's England

To show our children

No matter where you born, no matter where you from

We can elevate, we can grow and we can live as one.

Windrush Words spotlights creative writing from the Windrush generation and provides a platform for sharing experiences, reflections and stories in poetic and literary form.

This poem was written by Amanda E Inniss who has lived in Hackney for over 25 years, she is now working with older adults in Hackney and surrounding areas to reduce social isolation and loneliness by creating vibrant poetry, musical and creative community projects.