By Cryssa C
Haiti in my Heart
I call myself a diaspora.
for Haiti is in my heart.
I think my heart is half-Haitian
because Haiti’s my heart’s second home.
Haiti…
My eyes take in the view:
Poverty in all her glory…
Burning tires and refuse,
Piled trash along the roads,
Garbage rivers running
By Carmel S. Victor
Two hundred years of your Independence,
Yet I still wonder if this is your sentence.
Many believe that your strength is immense,
But I’ve yet to see them come to your defense.
You’ve been facing struggles since you began.
So, giving up on should never be a plan.
Instead, the world should lend a helping hand.
Maybe then you would become a prosperous land.
From many miles away I can feel the distress,
Of a country where freedom is being suppressed.
Since of your demise, I am not yet convinced.
When I pray at night I pray that you be blessed.
Though you are said to be one of the poorest.
Those who have seen you have seen a treasure chest.
I know that right now you are put to the test,
But the day will come when you will finally rest.
International Library of Poetry.
Copyright ©2004 Carmel S. Victor.
All rights reserved.
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By André F. Dossous
Haitian Poet, Playwright, Engineer,
Certified Secondary Math Teacher.
In the blue and red
the flag of my Country
I perceive your picture
I see your smiling face
your soul dancing in the wind
when the flag is waving.
When our flag is waving
on the top of its staff
it proudly shows the world
our Ancestor’s courage
our strong roots, brothers.
We must stick together
to celebrate this Flag
the image of Liberty
the symbol of our Freedom.
Poem by Prosper “Makendal” Sylvain, Jr
Bon… ce n’est pas de moi!mais le texte est tellement puissant que je n’ai pas eu d’autre choix que de l’ajouter a mon blog…merci Prosper
I Don’t Look Haitian?
They approached me with a smile on their lips
exchanged greetings as well as ignorance
by telling me that I don’t look or act Haitian.
They shook my hands to welcome me,
and then shook my soul with their audacity,
the utter audacity of Lady Liberty,
“give me your tired your hungry, your poor”
except those from Haiti,
this, the most blatant hypocrisy.
And still they say I don’t look Haitian, I don’t sound Haitian
as I recall the Black Spartacus from the Breda Plantation.
Is there any particular physical feature that monopolizes and has a patent
on how exactly I should look, sound or act as a Haitian?
I….don’t look Haitian? Why?
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