My Yurumein
My Caribbean
What month were you born?
Beautiful child of the sun
Cradling a friendly sea
Crowded by land masses
Whose motherhood makes you jump and sing
Or whose shadows cause you to crawl
My Yurumein
My Caribbean
People by many races
Exploited by the church and royalty
Whose purple and cruel greed
Made martyrs of my Carib ancestry
And slaves of my African sisters and brothers
My Yurumein
My Caribbean
Inheritor of the disease of dependency
And bruised youth
Possessor of the spirit of resistance
Building national and regional organizations
Saying a decisive “no” to cultural invasion
My Yurumein
My Caribbean
Beauty and Rugged Strength
Today is your birthday
As you are delivered from your Pot-Shaped womb
And claim the resources of people, land and sea
Holding high your placards of adult education
Mass education
A political statement of change
* This poem was shared with us during a training on SVG culture and history
