Caribbean Poetry: Catharsis
(When I Write...)
slitting my wrists when I vent
scribbling blood with my pen
I'm awakening each sense…
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain...
I sound di Abeng from plantations when I’m right !
draw power from villages and slums, passage rites!
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural -
when I write...
I am right.