No kites up in the air this year
No singing angels’ majestic climb
No raging bulls
No dancing round-kite
Square-kite
Box-kite
Not a bat-kite in the blue sky
Little ones
Distracted by a different story
Backs turned to this ascension
Too busy
Plugged into their PlayStations
YouTube fingers google walking portable brains
If only on the outside
I am fat
so I cannot accept that
I am worthy
I know deep down
my bulging belly labels me obese
and I see
my heavier hips generate the most stares
I realize
my body is riddled with cellulite
and I understand
the mirror can only present its truth
I acknowledge that
my value is measured primarily as a number on a scale
so no one can make me believe
I am beautiful
if only on the inside
So this dumbass asked me the other day
“Why does Black History Month always have to be about
Death and Rosa Parks and Malcolm X and MLK?
Why can’t y’all get over it and just find some happy shit to say?”
I had to summon the sarcasm of seventy generations
To say:
Oh I’m sorry
Sorry my history is about as convenient for you
As it is for me
Sorry our blood ain’t blue enough for you
When you spill it in the streets
Dear white people…
I’m not here to fight, I’m not here to bargain, I’m not here to scream.
You’re here to listen.
The place you call home, The Land of the Free. Was constructed by People of Colour.
Mechanized by your predecessors and ancestors who used genocide, violence
and slavery as fuel.
Undisputable. Undeniable. Unforgivable.
MANY BARBADIANS consider me white. At CBC, the late Terry Mayers said no matter what I do or how I think and feel I’ll always be treated as white. This was in no way a bad thing, he was putting a name to a mindset I was already aware of! Like me, he knew I was anything but. I’m more mixed than Heinz 57: African-Danish-Italian-Carib-Portuguese-Scots, etc. I said to him my mother’s birth certificate says she is Coloured.
In plenty and in time of need
When this fair land was young
Our brave forefathers sowed the seed
From which our pride is sprung
A pride that makes no wanton boast
Of what it has withstood
That binds our hearts from coast to coast
The pride of nationhood
NO, YOU HAVEN'T missed a thing. We've shifted the presentation of the ArtsEtc Independence Reading List to the top of the upcoming year instead of leaving it at the end of the previous one. So you're in the right place: this is the offering for 2021 moving into 2022. Or, more simply put, for the next twelve months.
To recap, the IndyList, as we like to call it, is a selection of 12 Barbadian books to make friends with over the coming year. This is its eleventh edition.
THE 23rd FRANK COLLYMORE LITERARY AWARDS were presented entirely virtually for the first time on February 14, 2021. Because of COVID-19 restrictions, the ceremony was aired via a live stream that used prerecorded readings by the winners in various locations across the island.
All of the winners were poets this year, with the Prime Minister’s Award going to a prose writer for a YA novel.
NALA CAN'T HELP BUT CREATE. The multi-hyphenate Barbadian (actor, writer, painter, and playwright) has turned a series of cartoons created and shared over the years,...