29 May 2018
Poetry: I began to drown. by Gemma Weekes
Illustration by Leyla Reynolds
I began to drown. It will not be news to you That the little mermaid is a black girl. If you’re honest You knew this all along. Who else is made to sell Her tongue for passage? Most of us did not survive the flight overboard, Descent into blue/ blue almost unto black. The sun ran from us. The light went soft As a baby’s head. And only those of us who kept Our true names locked tight In our mouths found memory A good substitute For oxygen. Living hundreds of years weightless Without struggle or triumph Fashioning homes of coral Lit by clean white bone. But even where I swam I felt your soul crack Along Its sutures Under your father’s blind fist And I began to drown. -![](https://www.wasafiri.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Photo-Gemma-Weekes-BW_credit-Naomi-Woddis-300x199.jpg)