


If decolonization is not a metaphor, then poetry is not a luxury. In my practice,
I turn to poetry when I feel more than I think; when I want more than I critique.
Poetry is theory without punctuation. It’s hope without capitulation. It’s rage
without code switching. It’s remorse without shame. When I write papers, I
stew. I map. I obsess. I agonize. I revise and submit. Revise and submit. Revise
and submit. When I write poetry, it’s because my soul is itching to say
something that my mind wants to read. It’s where our spiritual wounds bleed
and we come face to face with the psychic pain of the Anthropocene. The
existential grief of colonialism and genocide and racism and constant death are
easily contorted in academic writing. But in poetry, it’s grief that does the
contorting. In poetry, I feel more than I think. I want more than I critique.

