Sensory Adaptation

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“The Supreme Court today ruled that the constitutional rights of a five-year-old girl were not breached in 2018 when she was denied access to the Kensington Primary School in Portmore, St. Catherine, because of her dreadlocked hair."

— The Glenear, July 31, 2020.

We don't perceive stimuli that remain constant over prolonged periods of time.

We march the same fights; we sing the same chants.

Emancipation August 1st, 2020.

We woke up remembering we're still not free.

Colonialism never done, only adapted; they changed its mask.

We see our leaders are nothing but puppets to the same masters.

Spitting in our faces progressive rhetorics while doing their master's bid.

Today we screamed a little louder, hoping to cause a crack to the titanium barriers they've placed on our freedom.

It's easy for them to ignore the cries of centuries-old pain, not an echo but a prolong scream.

Hopefully, our screams were a little louder this time

Just enough so they can no longer shift their attention away from us.


Child Natale

(She/her) I'm a Jamaican (born, raised, currently reside) queer, intersectional-radical-feminist, anti-capitalist.

These poems fall under the theme Radical Love In The Time Of Corona because they were inspired by all the fights against injustices that we are made more aware of because of the lack of access that happens in marginalised groups such as in health care centers. These are only effects of colonialism, capitalism, patriarchy, racism etc.. These poems were also inspired by the theories and works of feminist activists Audre Lorde, Stacey-Ann Chin, Angela Y. Davis, and Bell Hooks.

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