“For the Trees” by Vladimir Lucien, from St Lucia:
The trees have always been our brothers.
The silk cotton tree that was forced to lynch us,
In those gardens that our mothers stooped to nurse
That grew with us, were our brothers.
But before they fell to the earth,
I grieved when they cried in autumn
and “I Am”, spoken word poetry by Amielle Major, from The Bahamas:
I am not the first to have had my heart broken by a white man I
probably shouldn’t have loved
I am not the first to have had my heart broken by a black
man I probably shouldn’t have loved
I am not the first to have not been loved because I was too black
I am not the first to have had sex in this darkness my blackness I hate it.
I am not the first ugly person.