Read Give Back Our Children, a poem by Canisia Lubrin
CBC Radio | Posted: February 19, 2018 2:24 PM | Last Updated: August 24, 2018
In Canisia Lubrin's debut poetry collection Voodoo Hypothesis, she delves into topics of colonialism, race and oppression through a folkloric lens. One of the featured poems, Give Back Our Children, explores Black identity and the idea of trauma as being inherited.
Give Back Our Children
Born
with mouthfuls of ocean
give back our looted brains
our boys with shackles
at the scrotum, that manhood
famed for, sentient for DNA,
unaided. Earthquake models
of pissing whips. We need
no deep-cut postures
to support the weight
of plotted shadows, drifting
the wild quadrupeds
in our girls' starlit tears
still, fractured, refusing
to water our own
pillaged times
with mouthfuls of ocean
give back our looted brains
our boys with shackles
at the scrotum, that manhood
famed for, sentient for DNA,
unaided. Earthquake models
of pissing whips. We need
no deep-cut postures
to support the weight
of plotted shadows, drifting
the wild quadrupeds
in our girls' starlit tears
still, fractured, refusing
to water our own
pillaged times
Our children are born
with mouthfuls of cotton
hands full of plantation
dirt. We need no deep
conversations about them,
dead, still hanging
like dried cassava, aplomb
free inside our quarky throats
while we're still walking
long, long miles charged
and singing, or morphed,
in immigrant schemata.
To be heard is, to exist is,
to exit virtual newsworthiness.
The voice, second
class turning heavy
at some remount of numbered
warrantees. Give back
with mouthfuls of cotton
hands full of plantation
dirt. We need no deep
conversations about them,
dead, still hanging
like dried cassava, aplomb
free inside our quarky throats
while we're still walking
long, long miles charged
and singing, or morphed,
in immigrant schemata.
To be heard is, to exist is,
to exit virtual newsworthiness.
The voice, second
class turning heavy
at some remount of numbered
warrantees. Give back
our children, still
born indigo
born indigo
with mouthfuls
with mouthfuls of blood
with mouthfuls of arc
with mouthfuls of dreams
with mouths full of cotton
with mouths full
with mouths
thank all the deities
for their
root-thick hearts
for the cosmic bulk
of their lips
with mouthfuls of blood
with mouthfuls of arc
with mouthfuls of dreams
with mouths full of cotton
with mouths full
with mouths
thank all the deities
for their
root-thick hearts
for the cosmic bulk
of their lips
From Voodoo Hypothesis by Canisia Lubrin ©2017. Published by Wolsak & Wynn.