Bound in Rage and Terror
we in the Caribbean know these words/occupation, colonialism, genocide/we know these atrocities, bound in rage & terror.
Beverley Manley and Jamaica
When last you shot white rum
As the Party motion inches along, keeping pace
with comrade sisters?
A Hurricane Hits like a Bomb
So much had changed since Daniel blew up her family’s life, but the water was still the same, still coming and going.
Post-Indenture Feminist Politics and Indigenous Solidarity
Indo-Caribbean feminism is “only one instantiation, only one representation, only one expression of post-indentureship feminism.” — Dr. Gabrielle Hosein
Saltwater Healing and Community Care
“In the Caribbean, rivers, swamps, coastlines, and forests share stories of rebellion.” — Dr. Angelique Nixon
Intersectionality and The Grenada Revolution
On demasculinizing revolutionary movements and figures, from Grenada to Cuba to Guyana, with Amílcar Sanatan.
I save nothing - 22/10/23
This is a place of terrible things.
We are terrible things.
When I look around me, I do not know what to save first,
in my dreams I see everything burn in the fire,
I save nothing, not even myself.
Save the Earth
I struggle to breathe
Carbon dioxide in the atmosphere
Continuously you feed.
I am living in fear.
S*x Ed for Little Girls
I was doing everything wrong and they made sure I knew.
There were supposed to be two buckets of water, not one. The panties were washed with blue soap before the bath, not after. Body wash was to be applied in a circular motion, not up and down, up and down.
Flight
We watched the queens of New Kingston in the gayest gully on earth caged birds with ambitions to soar grounded by clipped wings
Red looks like Ruby – The abuse we don’t see
Being in love is a sensation like no other. The feeling of being validated...I got the guy! He told me that the way our feelings developed for each other were so unique and effortless. He never wants to lose it
Big Brains > Big Ass
The thing that hurts me the most in all of this is people acting like my body is the sum of who I am.
Trapped
My bones and spirit broken
Battered, bruised and slapped.
Words are unspoken
Inside my body trapped.
Enjoy Vagina
You wish you could but how do you forget about a guy who feel like it is all right to walk around with the words “Enjoy Vagina” in coca cola font across his chest, as though it were another flavour the company brought out?
Beauty in the Unknown
Waking up today felt like any other day until I realised that I could not leave the house anymore. Wait, no, that is untrue. I could leave, but only for the essentials they say.