Lacking of identity,

Can’t be classified as Other,

Cocooned under the umbrella of Black.

Not Caribbean enough to be Caribbean,

Or so my family reminds me.

I am a direct descendant.

First generation-

Once removed from home.

Not African American though.

Got off one stop too early.

So where is home?

Stuck in a no man’s land.

Not considered enough of either to belong,

I stick with the obvious.

After all, I’m still Black right?