Haitian Poems - Poems about Haitian

Yes, this is a bad joke Yes, this is a sad comedy What an irony What a parody Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty Immigrants don’t eat pets They eat beef, chicken, and pork Like you and me. All bets Are off. Let’s be serious and dark Migrant workers are looking for jobs What a spoiled...

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Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond Whose divine decoration Is extremely beautiful and charming. Mom is the most wonderful woman on this soil The one who warmed my body and soul. She is not the prettiest But she remains the most polite. The one that nourished my body and soul On the first day at...

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Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends, Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring poertysoup joumou, Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails, Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables. This is a powerful, yet historical soup, With a strong message. This tradition Started after the Battle of Vertières, When the Haitian Army defeated the French. Haiti fought and won...

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January twelfth two thousand and ten October seventh two thousand eighteen and again August fourteenth, two thousand and twenty one witnessed near annihilation and destruction of the Haitian nation, (especially courtesy first and third aforementioned) whereby countless/ nameless individuals e’en the strongest Herculean type men crushed by humungous slabs of building facades practically demolishing every creation since this island settled,...

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January twelfth two thousand and ten October seventh two thousand eighteen and again August fourteenth, two thousand and twenty one witnessed near annihilation and destruction of the Haitian nation, (especially courtesy first and third aforementioned) whereby countless/ nameless individuals e’en the strongest Herculean type men crushed by humungous slabs of building facades practically demolishing every creation since this island settled,...

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Between 96th and 104th Street on Broadway A mid age man holds high his bible as he shouts and struts. From year to year he holds his route When day is lit or turns to night His chants I hear in words of worth His strained voice reaches some looking out windows Those traversing sidewalk sometimes stand and stare He stands few...

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I feel a tug upon my skirt Big eyes looking up at me Little hands outstretched my way A beautiful face I see His skin is creamy chocolate His eyes are just the same His hair is black and curly He's calling out my name A little life, so precious His smile will melt your...

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A Haitian Child’s Plea Today I walked around all day. My feet hurt. I have no clean water to drink. I have nothing to eat. I want to take a bath like any other boy does. There is no clean water. I just want to be a kid. Over head is a helicopter hovering over me and I doubt they’ll help us. I miss my...

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STATION INFORMATION BUT NOT ABOUT A HAITIAN For example, take that man over there Or this woman who’s standing right here You don’t know who and what they actually are Perhaps, as did I, they spent all day in a bar A tavern where the barkeep keeps secrets well And forgets what he heard at the final call bell that fourteen year...

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Abstract images to the debris of micro fibers. Down to the Haitian survivors praying for Red Cross donations rather than meaningless conversations and commotions, Across tech tonic structures islands break off, continents sides of earthquakes, sizzling millions of years with a side of ketchup as condiment Natural bloodshed delicate as a cracked vanilla wafer moving and subduing natural...

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Trapped inside the darkness Time is not on my side I hear all the others screaming I’m here losing every bit of my mind Clutter all around me A slither of light on my face So close to get my freedom Too close to the end of the race Life here has not been easy And this doesn’t seem to be fair I’ve always...

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. Ah yes my once poetic visions of her dark brown skin flush ‘gainst mine ...

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