Politicalpoem
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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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