She is calm and silent She is loud and chaotic She bore my brothers and my sisters She bore navigators and famers In her anger she created mountains In happiness she created rainbows In her joy she filled rivers In her sadness she rose the sea She is light She is darkness She is home Her hair is the coconut trees Her eyes are the guasåli flowers Her tears is the rain Her smile is the moon She raised giants and warriors She taught mothers and daughters She is light She is darkness She is home Her gentle voice leads me to the jungles Her screams lead me to the ocean Her arms cradle me like banana leaves Her songs are sung by the birds She is light She is darkness She is home Guåhan is home
Guåhan as she is known to me is Guam to the rest of the world. She is my island, my mother, my home. To everyone who reads my poems about my home please feel free to learn about Guam and Micronesia. Please learn about the threat that is America, it’s military, and climate change. My people and culture is on the verge of extinction and I just ask for you beautiful humans to learn about the indigenous people of Micronesia and learn that we exist.