Traci-Ann Wint-Hayles

Life was
And we
overly complacent
Complained for the dense humidity
  —Into our sweat drained pores
One can hardly bear the serenity
It’s raining all over the world


I Hide Me Away

 I hide me away

In pieces and portions and slivers,
I section me off
In accordance with your presumptions.

I measure me
break me up into bite sized pieces
I wait
to be consumed,
for you are always hungry.

I hide me away.
I whittle and shred and shrink
And curve myself
to the shape of your box
I undulate.
Still, you do not see me


In intricate stillness
and elaborate noise
I adorn myself
With scraps of your fabric
I use your long fingers
To paint my skin
The colours of your rain cloud
And wedge your words under my tongue
I fill your eyes
With my tears
And through the haze
I watch you
Watching me
And together we dream
In monochrome
Of things our mirrors do not see

I hide me away.

Traci-Ann Wint is a Ph.D. candidate in the African and African Diaspora Studies department at the University of Texas at Austin. She holds an MA in Anthropology from UT Austin and a BA in Anthropology and Africana Studies from Vassar College and is currently writing a dissertation that explores the intricacies of race, tourism, and national identity in Jamaica. Among other things she has been a TV producer, project manager, event planner, ethnographer, public speaker, and teacher and through it all has maintained a love for storytelling, story making, and poetry. Her poetry has appeared in The Caribbean Writer, The Feminist Wire, Susumba’s Book Bag and in an award-winning issue of the journal Cultural StudiesóCritical Methodologies. She is from Kingston, Jamaica.