Homegrown with love...Overseas.

Trinidadian writers are part of the struggling, unseen…undergrowth

Unless you happen to be one of the gifted…….and….. chosen few.

We…….. like Hostas thrive in the dark, speckled with light and heavy roots.

No one knows we flower but backhands a praise when we do.

You black and then you are Caribbean black and the last thing you will ever be is a writer……….Steups……..waste of time.

It’s part of the unwritten format.

Colonial Undergrowth.

My words are third class citizens to my kin.

Not by choice. It was taught and learnt well.

It’s the ABC”S of worth.

Heroes start somewheer else.

Homegrown with love.

Overseas.