I was born with a gifted cooking hand
and the fact that I'm also a Bassa man,
made my job easier when I worked the grill
as a student chef at Salvatore's on Snapper Hill.
This proves that I'm my father's son,
The late Rev.Peter Brooks's grandson.
I now know the source of my looks
I'm genetically one of the Brooks.
No wonder why people say I'm cute,
Well, this I can deny neither refute,
Meaning I'm truly my father's son,
The late Rev.Peter Brooks's grandson.
From the way I dribbled the soccer ball
and the fact that I never grew very tall,
proven by the old measurement on the wall,
and cumulated by the fact that I'm going bald,
all prove that I'm truly my father's son,
The late Rev Peter Brooks's grandson.
IB-Poetry©️
3/3/2018
This is one of those rare poems that prove I'm truly Re.Brooks's grandson.
I'm a Bassa,one of the indigenous tribes of my native homeland,Liberia.
There's a stigma in my country that the Bassas are all 'cooks' ...I became a poet, ironically!
