Ayiti Chéri...

Words can't express how I feel right now about the tragedy in Haiti. It seems like the country can never really get a break but God has His reasons for letting things happen and I encourage everybody to keep praying for all the victims and their families. I wanted to take this time to share a poem I wrote. I dedicate it to all my Haitian people worldwide:

''A Poem for Haiti''

The media says that we are on the brink of destruction

That our glorious nation which was once know as the

Pearl of the Caribbean has become nothing more

Than a mudstone

The media says that we

As a people

Have brought this hell on ourselves

By letting president after president

Promise sweet nothings in our ears

And keeping our eyes closed to reality

Now we are left to fend for ourselves

Our security is only one machette away

Man

Woman

And child die on the daily from hunger

Violence

Or both 

So they say

But what you see is not always what you get

See the media would like for you to believe that we are a bunch of 

Savages only interested in ourselves

Lacking moral values

To them I say

''What do you know?''

A few slides and videos does not 

And will not 

Ever

EVER

Represent us

They don't know our history and what it took for us to 

Be here

They don't understand that it was because of our unity

That we were able to gain our freedom and independence

And for that reason always believing that 

L'union fait la force

They don't understand that our nation stood up 

to the Spaniard conquest when they landed

And threatened to enslave us 

They don't understand that our story was bloody

But necessary to keep the French from leaving 

Their footprints on our sands

We may SEEM like savages 

But what do you expect when you are stripped

of your freedom and rights and cornered like Jackals

To this day, we still fight

Only now our battlefield is extended

We are in universities, colleges, law-firms,

hospitals and every institution on this planet

We don't need to shed blood 

To leave our mark 

Just look at Wyclef in the music industry

Or Ronald Agénor on the tennis court

Or Jacques Alexis on the poetry scene

Or Manno Sanon on the football field

Or Jean Michel Basquiet with his paintbrush

All Haitians

Overcoming the odds of our nation

Rising through the rubbles of poverty and injustice

Some of us were not born on Hispaniola

But it doesn't change the fact that her blood

Runs through our veins

Because we are Haiti's beloved children

Victims of heartache

But keepers of hope

Freedom fighters

And nation of strength

So I don't care what the media may say about us

As long as the truth is engraved in our hearts

We will live to see 

Another day.

We should always remember that we are a strong people. It may take us sometime to bounce back from this, but we will eventually. It's our history. Kinbé la; Pa lagué.

Shalom