immigrantstories
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Losing My Immunity
I miss Haiti.I miss Haiti like a corpse miss its soul The longer they’re apartThe more the corpse loses all sensesAll stability.So it withers,It dries.It rejects itself. And the soul doesn’t know who. The longer I’m away from my countryThe more I lose my sensesThen my life.So I wither,My juice driesThe culture rejects me. The… Continue reading
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Finding Home
Home is a place where you don’t have to be___But you can just be.It’s peace. Safety. It’s acceptance.Home is closed eyes inhaling an atmosphereTainted with that distinct recipe.Stern face—illuminated in a golden cloudThe music—a tragedy of natural composition;The rawness of life in explosion.Many have left, some returnedAn osculation of the ocean that takes, sometimes gives.… Continue reading
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Carving You Be Like… (Part 1)
Writing poetry is strangeBecause I’ll have to… And in-take you-in With all your beauty stamped by a warning sign:My smile is not a sign.Your beauty is not an invite.But the way you walk is a story. A fight. A flight.Strength drawn from your spine. And that of your motherYour people. Mi gente.La cultura. A song that does not make… Continue reading
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Carving You Be Like…
Writing poetry be like*deep breath……slow exhale* And I in-take you-in All your possessions that you professBehind that nervous and reluctant smile of yours.All your perspectivesOn the prospective,Whose lives you’ll change. Rearrange. A deep quite strange. Writing poetry is strangeBecause I’ll have to*deep breath……slow exhale* And in-take you-in With all your beauty stamped by a warning sign:My smile is not a sign.Your… Continue reading