I, Atlas
I am Atlas and the burden of the world is my own. Suffocating under the weight of continents, the whisper of dreams, hopes and prayers that fill the air.
I lied to my therapist
Shit! Back at it again. You see, one thing those mental health gurus fail to tell you on instagram lives is how much relapse is a bitch.
This is Not Love
Control is not love. Obsession is not love. Harassing a person to respond in a certain time frame is not love. That’s entitlement.
Take Flight
Once a year you give me permission the fly above your judgement so you may enjoy me
…. You think.
Music for 1
The soca song “Lucille” by Jestura was the anthem for Shilva especially around Carnival season.
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
My body is also a topic of conversation when I walk into a room. Family members and friends all feel the need to tell jokes about my body.
Naima
She would not allow the creeping doubts from the previous months to dampen her spirit. Not while she had the rum in her system. She bobbed and weaved to make her feathers dance some more and so the stage lights could pick up the glitter on her skin
West Indian parenting style…
One of the participants was an American woman of Haitian descent who expressed her trouble dealing with depression due to the struggle of sharing mental and emotional concerns with her mother.
How a Small Island Gave Birth to Giants. Malcom X, Audre Lorde, and Amanda Seales.
#ADOS is a hashtag you will find on Twitter and Instagram that means “American Descendants of Slaves”. You will find many comments from cyber participants addressing their concerns for the wellbeing of their community…
The Objectification of Young Girls
One of the most heinous crimes that constantly gets dismissed in the Caribbean and has gone on for generations is the exploitation of young girls by adult men.
The hostility between Afro and Indo Caribbean Women may be about Featurism not Colourism
The Caribbean has a long history of multiculturalism due to the migration that occurred voluntarily and by force. This history includes the division of Afro Caribbean and Indo Caribbean people, predominantly in Guyana, Jamaica, Grenada and Trinidad & Tobago. The same system that was held in the United States, separating house slaves from field slaves based on their shade of brown was also implemented in the Caribbean between the Indians and the Africans.
Ti Fanm An Mas-la (Young girl playing Mas)
Soca takes over my body. Dressed in black and white, teenagers and young adults from all around the island are there to celebrate the death of King Vaval. Doing the helicopter with a small towel, singing and dancing behind the music truck, my cousin and I enjoy these last free-spirited moments.
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
I never really took part in Mash again, either as a participant or bystander, until University. You see, despite what the Wikipedia article on Mash says, the celebration was a very racially divided one. Sure, many ethnicities lined the parade route, although conservative families didn’t do even this, but the persons in the parade were largely Guyanese of African heritage
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.

