Curmiah Lisette /// Tribe is…

A home of choice without choosing

where souls tie without knotting in

toxic traits, where energy levitates

and bush and mud and pulse is healing.

We seek safe space, shed skin, strip tears, cascade streams that mirror floods 

where wata wash spirit clean and carry we ancestors across seven seas    

We time travel through being, 

and sleep is a dream but so is living. 

We build homes with honour codes

and communal conceiving, rebirths 

where underwear get wash by hand

and someting always ah boil inna di pan; 

Where bellies roll like fires burn and 

laughter quakes like earthing feet 

to nature’s rhythm. 

We are thirsty tongues, 

gulping satisfaction 

to the beat of the djembé drum. 

Tribe is home

Èk mwen toujou vlé alé lakay*

  *And I always want to go home

Image: Provided by the artist