Last summer, I came across one video about an island that looked so beautiful and peaceful from the thumnail but turned out to be an island bearing a tragedy - the Marshal islands. After some disturbing stories and poignant interviews, there was a scene with a poem and I remember being stunned when I first listened to it, and today I happened to watch it again and with a little digging, I found the original speech (and the poet's website).
What shook me so hard was not those eloquent lines but one mother's whimpering hum, ... not a rhyme of words but a rhyme of maternal-emotional waves. Beginning with warm and soft energy, the voice rolls and rolls... and at one point it grows extremely strong and stern with the decisive resolutions against the tainted world. It was this woman's soothing, hushed tone in a song to her daughter and the deep resonation in those promises from Mothers to daughters/sons that hit me so profoundly.
What an odd but perfect thing it is - given the population of the island - that she was able to have a voice as a Marshallese, a poet and also a mother, otherwise, it wouldn't have the same depth.
Dear Matefele Peinam by Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner
dear Matafele Peinam,
you are a seven month old sunrise of gummy smiles
you are bald as an egg and bald as the buddha
you are thighs that are thunder and shrieks that are lightning
so excited for bananas, hugs and
our morning walks past the lagoon
dear Matafele Peinam,
i want to tell you about that lagoon
that lucid, sleepy lagoon lounging against the sunrise
men say that one day
that lagoon will devour you
they say it will gnaw at the shoreline
chew at the roots of your breadfruit trees
gulp down rows of your seawalls
and crunch your island’s shattered bones
they say you, your daughter
and your granddaughter, too
will wander rootless
with only a passport to call home
dear Matafele Peinam,
don’t cry
mommy promises you
no one
will come and devour you
no greedy whale of a company sharking through political seas
no backwater bullying of businesses with broken morals
no blindfolded bureaucracies gonna push
this mother ocean over
the edge
no one’s drowning, baby
no one’s moving
no one’s losing
their homeland
no one’s gonna become
a climate change refugee
or should i say
no one else
to the carteret islanders of papua new guinea
and to the taro islanders of the solomon islands
i take this moment
to apologize to you
we are drawing the line here
because baby we are going to fight
your mommy daddy
bubu jimma your country and president too
we will all fight
and even though there are those
hidden behind platinum titles
who like to pretend
that we don’t exist
that the marshall islands
tuvalu
kiribati
maldives
and typhoon haiyan in the philippines
and floods of pakistan, algeria, colombia
and all the hurricanes, earthquakes, and tidalwaves
didn’t exist
still
there are those
who see us
hands reaching out
fists raising up
banners unfurling
megaphones booming
and we are
canoes blocking coal ships
we are
the radiance of solar villages
we are
the rich clean soil of the farmer’s past
we are
petitions blooming from teenage fingertips
we are
families biking, recycling, reusing,
engineers dreaming, designing, building,
artists painting, dancing, writing
and we are spreading the word
and there are thousands out on the street
marching with signs
hand in hand
chanting for change NOW
and they’re marching for you, baby
they’re marching for us
because we deserve to do more than just
survive
we deserve
to thrive
dear Matafele Peinam,
you are eyes heavy
with drowsy weight
so just close those eyes, baby
and sleep in peace
because we won’t let you down
you’ll see
