Martinique: An island of two faces

My negritude is not a rock, its deafness hurled against the clamor of the day, My negritude is not a film of dead water on the dead eye of the earth, It plunges into the red flesh of the earth, It plunges into the burning flesh of the sky, It pierces the opaque prostration by Read more about Martinique: An island of two faces[…]