our remembrance

Art by Heather Doram, Antigua and Barbuda

The thorny tree.

Greediest for the light,

pushes the forest away,

to bask in its spoils.

Its glory.

Venerated only by the strangling vine,

the hungry beetle,

the man who seeks to furnish his home.

The fox.

Who steals into the fowl coop,

will meet his match,

when the flock turns,

to see his hands, wet and crimson.

The snake.

Who traps the rabbits in their den,

will gorge itself to sleep,

only to awake trapped by the roots,

they kept at bay.

Shall we weep for the tree? The fox? The snake?

The wolf.

Running from the old hunter,

kills the farmers son,

And howls after he has been shot.

Forgetting he now, is a hunter.

Shall we weep for him?

Will we stand before him,

with his crimson hands,

faded fangs in our thighs,

with echoes of howls pulsing in our cultural memory

Shall we say “Let him hunt another day”

While our cousins lay cradling their children

My people,

Tell me,

Is it not familiar?

What you see?

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(He/him) As an Antiguan queer Poet, Artist, Performer, and Ecology student, I of course have a very personal relationship with feminism as it relates to the West Indies. My work centers around the intricacies of colonialism, growing up a gay mixed kid in country, femininity, and how environment and culture collide. I've been told that art is how we decorate space and music is how we decorate time, and I believe that poetry is how we decorate the mind. As queer creatives of color it is so important for us to export our experiences and artistic talents outside of our queer bubbles and into the surrounding Caribbean world.

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