In the Elmina Castle, a slave dungeon in Ghana that is now a tourist attraction, there is a post in the center of a square in the center of the dungeons where female prisoners were kept. As one of many forms of punishment, female prisoners were chained in full exposure to the elements for an indefinite period of time in the view of all of their fellow prisoners. This punishment was most often assigned when a female prisoner resisted public rape by the guards or resisted when publicly chosen for more private rape by the governor, the main authority figure in the castle. The governor lived directly above these dungeons and had a balcony, which allowed him to conveniently both choose female prisoners and observe their punishment.
This poem is dedicated to women who resist.
tell the sun print hope into my back
tell the wind write a spell for my name
because I have forgotten
tell the clouds form fists
tell the rain drum secrets
because I cannot dance
these
ankles and wrists
beat metal burn
at four points of a stone center
tell the sky fall
because I cannot look up
tell the ground split
because I cannot kneel
these
limbs
burning tense beaten
press a grounded star
tell the earth spin faster
because I cannot move
tell the sea don’t retreat
because I cannot scream again
this
face
bruised brown bloated
cracked along faults of defiance
tell the past I was looking
because I cannot speak
tell the future I was waiting
because you can
face
this
tell the sun don’t retreat
tell the wind spin faster
tell the clouds split
tell the rain fall
tell the sky drum secrets
tell the ground form fists
tell the earth write a spell for my name
tell the sea print hope into my back
tell the past i am waiting
tell the future i am looking
you can dance look up kneel move scream again speak
or
i will be forgotten.
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