The Miseducation (How the Sugarcane Remembers Us) by Lia D. Elen
The Miseducation (How the Sugarcane Remembers Us)
Lia D. Elen
They told us the cane was sweet,
that sugar was a gift-
never whispering of century-long bones
ground into their stalks.
My great-grandmothers spoke truth in drum and smoke,
their hands weaving rivers of power,
the earth crowning them healers.
Still, the priests named them devils.
Still, their altars were burned.
Yet Atabey whispers now,
mother of waters, womb of hurricanes-
even though classrooms replaced her with Eve,
teaching us paradise was theirs to grant.
And the textbooks?
They too crowned Columbus, King,
while Taino…
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