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HOODS
For boys without permission to be children; privy to life’s ills way too soon.
To men who were never taught how to be. Trying on roles to see what fits, to see who we are.
Fathers learning on the job how to father their cubs and also themselves. Doing all you can to protect their futures from your past. All whilst being black.
These poems explore childhood, manhood and fatherhood. And how the quality of the former affects the latter.
May all your hoods be beautiful.
Reviews
'Ty’rone brings element of Job’s suffering mixed with Kendrick Lemar ‘Why Goddo I gotta suffer’ to highlight the plight of Black young men living in urbanspaces of Britain. Hood wears the colour Black with pride and beauty, traversingthe landscape of history, academia and the streets, from the gethsemane of theghetto to the continuing persecution of the black man to the resurrection infatherhood and love. There’s More Fiya to come from this young writer."
Roy MacFarlane
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