Nah Fatigue!
Time to drive againAcross the citySee her eyes light upFeel her wrinkled handsOn my faceA kiss on each cheekA feeble embrace“Bai, look how yuh get…
Voices
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 BREATHE!”
“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…
The Trauma of Indentureship, Colonization and Resistance:
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