MANATI





The presence of the Manatee moves me, 
a tear drop shifts
I weep not for me only, 
but for the spirit lost, 
all that which we are destroying.
The Carnival drum, 
all of my land's rhythms 
so mine, awaken sleepy, 
aching roots, 
heal new and ancient wounds 
with the shudder the rump.

Comments

Post a comment

Popular posts from this blog

Cooked Potatoes, extract, a dialogue

. “We all hold inside a tragedy that defines us, a rage like ‘raw potatoes’ “Raw potatoes?” “Yes, you know what Tich Nhat Hahn said about anger: that it is like raw potatoes, indigestible, so that you have to ‘cook’ it.  “It is a shame that it is never a joy that defines us, our life’s defined by sorrow, why? “Perhaps because sorrow is what makes us grow? So tell me, what event in your life defines you?    
Read more

WOMAN

This is another poem written during The Power of Language workshop lead by Kayo Chingonyi, as part of the Acts of Rebellion event at  October Gallery . And inspired by the image of Brittany Newsome, who climbed up a flagpole in South Carolina and pulled down the Confederate Flag, as she was being arrested. Woman so brave brings down the confederate flag Woman so brave. Like the carved statue on the prow of a ship, breast exposed to the storm and the stones That the centuries have seen poured over your blood and your race. As white officers, agents of hate come punctual to your arrest you remain entirely yourself acrobat of the skies free bird that was dreamt by the slaves
Read more