A poem by carolann carl
“one less cockroach, prove me wrong”
hate
so much hate
so much misinformed hate
so much cognitive dissonance
so much selective, force fed ignorance
why?
why is a 16 yr old child dead?
why was he shot by a public servant sworn to protect?
because he was a criminal
because he was a young Micronesian, Chuukese boy caught in the liminal
misplaced,
displaced identity
never Micronesian enough
never Hawaiian enough
never American enough
never colonizer labelled enough
people shown a lens that chooses to see our kids as the problem
instead of the systemic
socioeconomic barriers that barred them
the same system that says stealing justifies a brown child’s death
is the very system
that does not hold the colonizer accountable for land theft
the same system where we have to constantly reiterate
articulate
generational trauma that’s race based
is the same system that is stripping us
from our ancestral landscapes;
separating us from our indigenous spaces where we can constellate
Recenter this boy’s diasporic identity,
displace his self-hate
Teach him
that as the owner of a Chuukese, Micronesian, migrant identity
his existence
as a descendant of a navigating society
is the extensive culmination of a legacy
of people crossing oceans to build relationship and connection
relationship and connection
in order to be adaptable, in order to be resilient
As a Pohnpeian, Micronesian, migrant woman
I choose to have the audacity
to call on those connections that my ancestors crossed oceans for.
I challenge those relationships that my ancestors and your ancestors forged
abolish < dismantle < transform
Cross this ocean of liberation in solidarity
rebirth the ocean nation that our ancestors dreamed
for Iremamber Sykap
so we don’t have to worry about our future ancestors
and the legacies that we’re going to leave
for Iremamber Sykap
for the young
for the misled
for Iremamber Sykap
see the thing that I need people to understand is
We can teach the young misled
but we can’t teach the young dead
We can teach the young misled
but we can’t teach the young dead