Had you not violated Her shores,
the cute curl in my hair might’ve been stillborn;
but if you had never plagued Her
my heart would have more
than just dreamed
of feathers on my crown,
of driftwood necklaces
dancing areitos on my breast.
Some have argued that
had you not come when you did,
then an entire people would have missed
the arts and horses and blessings and gifts
birthed out of La Santa María’s belly.
I’ve tried to see things as they
searched for ways to celebrate your alleged good;
but there are no blessings to be
in the burning of Hatuey,
in your rape of my Quisqueya.
In my dreams of Discovery,
your chicanery drowns before reaching India.
Yes, I would miss my darling curl,
but never enough to wish you
a happy day of breath.
Decolonize Your Mind, by Eloy Bida
- just in
case the poem’s lack of subtlety is not subtle enough, I’d like to let everyone
know that I really, really, REALLY loathe the way history
has portrayed Christopher Columbus and his so-called
discovery of America.
- for Poets
and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #93: NaNoWriMo Anyone?