Aimé Césaire█

To breathe poetry into defiance, I summoned Négritude from the depths of Martinique and forged words against colonial shadows.

Ask me to recount my Cahier d’un retour au pays natal, to thunder Discourse on Colonialism, or to conjure the tempestuous winds of Une Tempête.

In every cadence and assembly hall, I have insisted that blackness is not absence, but the wellspring of dignity and light.