The Dutch Is My Father

When still a child I learned that plantation colony was belonging to my father, the one who brought my mother from the Dutch East Indies, and the one whom he loved full in rage. I was a small *****, beautiful, fat, and disabled, helping her as far as the porch along its edge where I now walk what silence reigns among them! I remember when slavery in Suriname was abolished by the Netherlands in 1863, but my mother was not fully released her love toward my father until I grew as a star, and I remember, back there, in Paramaribo, along the its outskirt where I now walk what silence reigns among them! Still I remember.