I can’t breathe
I can’t breatheSaid the raindrops to the cloud And she released themInto a downpour ofLife-giving waterA manifestation ofDivine MercyI can’t breatheSaid the seedling to the…
I can’t breatheSaid the raindrops to the cloud And she released themInto a downpour ofLife-giving waterA manifestation ofDivine MercyI can’t breatheSaid the seedling to the…
“I can’t breathe”… three harrowing words symbolizing the 400-year struggle against brutality, oppression, and racial discrimination.“I can’t breathe”, in whatever language it is said, it…
This spoken word composition is based on my personal lived experiences, my intersectional social locations, inter-generational memories and based on my relationality to the many facets of my identity such as being Muslim, South Asian, Indian, Caribbean, Indo-Caribbean, Trinidadian, Guyanese, being the descendant of indentured labourers