Benjamin Zephaniah was born in Birmingham in 1958, the first of twins. His family were the only black family in their neighbourhood; he and his twin sister were the only two black people in their school. At the age of eight he was hit in the face which caused him to have a life-long scar (both physically and mentally). By the time he was nine he had six other siblings, including more twins, and his parents constantly argued. Then one day his mother packed cases and told them they were leaving their father. They left home and moved in with a Pakistani family, the only people who would give them refuge.
Benjamin started many schools, he was always unhappy, had no friends apart from animals and insects, so he made up poems. Then after repeated questioning about his school, he told his mum his poem about the farm cat next door to school. It was the first time he had told anyone his poetry, she thought it was good. Constantly avoiding their father, they moved around Birmingham, then to Manchester and on to Worcestershire. At last he found a school that was bearable and he excelled at sports; he also learnt to draw and paint – graffiti in the playground. He was suspended. His loneliness led to trouble, he met three new friends whose hobby was stealing bags. They were caught red-handed by the police. In the court Benjamin was frightened and he ended up in an Approved school where he performed poetry during the evenings.
After he was released his mother decided to send him to Jamaica to stay with his grandmother. He loved it. He enjoyed the life, the music and everyone was black. He felt comfortable and stayed six months. When he came home he went to church with his mother and performed more poems. He couldn’t read or write so no schools would have him. He drifted back into trouble and at twenty one years old ended up in prison. Once there he reflected on his life and realised that he was angry. Angry with his father, the police, the whole world; everyone but his mother, who stood by him. When he left prison he decided he needed to ‘get a grip on this word thing’, ‘this reading, this writing’. He would never, ever go back into prison again.
Two weeks later he joined an adult education class, took on odd jobs to earn money, and performed his poetry wherever he could. He attracted attention with his subject material. A friendly vicar helped him to enter a poetry competition in the paper and he won. His life changed, people thought he was a genius and wanted to hear his poems. He travelled worldwide and became a successful poet. He became ’Poet in Residence’ at both Oxford and Cambridge Universities. His mother was happy, she always had faith in him and she was proud of him.