If we remain mute, we lose the essence of being free
The deep meaning of ‘The Painting a Black Woman’

I See Kalakala


I see brown wood and green leaves
red roses and pink periwinkles
I see yellow bees and spotted bugs
praying mantis and holy lizards
I see tall coconuts resting their heads
on white clouds — the sky is blue, the sea too

I see kind men and happy women
healthy children playing with their pets
I see young boys and girls dancing while
their bubus and tumbunas beat kundu drums
I see a sing sing and feel its native beauty
I hear laughter and taste its Melanesian goodness

until you plucked out my eyes and told me
it’s all black ’cause I’m not white.


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