Trinidad
POEM BY CLAIRE-MARIE ROCKE
We part like
contentious lovers:
a hatred burning
in my belly for
your rigid,
eternal,
Stagnation.
Fire in your veins
for the way I seem
to have changed.
The touch of another,
the kiss of their lips
on my neck
are palpable.
I
relished
it.
Yet,
I’m still tethered
to you.
My navel string
buried beneath
your orange tree.
Encased in Anansi’s web.
Unable to free myself
and unwilling to try.
At three thousand miles in the sky
I feel your vicious grip slacken
from my windpipe.
Funny how the price
of immigrant freedom,
is unrelenting longing.
Claire-Marie Rocke is a second year Cell and Molecular Biology major from Trinidad and Tobago. She enjoys reading, writing and drawing, especially West Indian fiction and digital portraits. Follow her on Instagram @black_sage7 for more of her work.
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