Featurism, not Colourism
The public praise for women who look “exotic” or “mixed” and the ridicule women with more evident African features have faced in the Black community have caused insecurities in Black women.
Ti Fanm An Mas-la (Young girl playing Mas)
I hate tights. When we moved back to Guadeloupe after a few years in Paris, I thought I'd never have to wear them ever again. Carnival is worth the discomfort, though.
Hookin’ Me
Imagine being 13 still just a little sprat
But the men you grow up ‘round
Can’t seem to see that
Your uniform ready for school
Today I am six years from 30
da bishop daughta in foreign
marrit to woman wit no babies?
Calypso Tingz
Imagine being 13 still just a little sprat
But the men you grow up ‘round
Can’t seem to see that
Your uniform ready for school
GET IN YUH SECTION
Years later, as my consciousness and understanding of anti-blackness and the race politics in Barbados improved, I would have discussions about how problematic this band is.
Purple Thyme: A Pantoum Poem
She wants to say something to him about how pretty the purple thyme grows this time of year.
Tout Pour Plaire
J’ai été conditionné à être un objet.
Il fallait à tout prix appartenir à quelqu’un. Mon
quotidien consistait à faire le beau, en espérant qu’on
me remarque et qu’on me choisisse.
my old foe
you make me a foreigner in my own country
where disbelieving citizens welcome me with open arms
because they think I bring tourism dollars.
you rear your sinister head every time i return
and make me wonder if this is why i left.
Live Free
Your thoughts and words are of no consequence to me.
I am free.
Blue Dream (I am just a descendant)
Inna mi dream -
a blue dream,
where we
trod through tanks of indigo
years upon years
with paddles,
hands wrinkled
bodies being burnt,
like your tar babies,
I am that little Black Girl
I can also vividly remember being told by somebody I loved that I was beautiful for a black girl. I can honestly say that I did not fully understand the implications of this comment. I now understand.
She Who Has Found Herself
Sitting straight-backed on a cluster of smooth rocks, not too far from Jonita, was a breadnut-brown woman with a sprawling afro enclosed in a circle of plaits decorated with iridescent shells at the base, and a lush body with a waist that curved into…
Don't Marry Us. Instead, Stand By Us.
The worst part of it all, is that there are deep roots of trauma still plaguing our families yet the outsiders only care about the resorts, the plantain, or the reggae that is overplayed on certain radio stations.
Pretty Little Bird
Caged
Pretty little bird,
I adore your coiled feathers
Invisible Scars
Here she was, head laid, in the lap of the boy who was her rising sun, the peas to her rice. A tender moment spoiled by a bigoted anecdote.
Untethered
The black woman has been shackled with the baggage of centuries of racial discrimination, religious and social control, censorship, as well as sexual repression.
But This is Not My Child
I could never tell a single soul how I really feel about the girl-child. She is not of me. She is my husband’s child.
The Universe in Her Eyes
This piece depicts a woman of African descent gazing directly at the viewer as tropical flowers, frozen in motion, waft past her face.
The Objections of Cats
My words pat her on the hand and
Shoo her protests like stray cats
But
She objects just once more

