French With A Haitian Twisted Kiss

French with a Haitian twist
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce
Dominican Republic and Haiti on my mind
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine
The soothing sounds of the Salsa liberated clubs
My embedded history I have so much love
Creole, Spanish, African food, the various articulated accents
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent
 
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies
Linguistics diversified
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expression in their whys
Butter Rum skin tone, doesn’t match the deep southern-rooted, French Creole in disguise
 
Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice
Something I’m proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken
Entwined Haitian Creole as my native tongue have slipped and awoken
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one
My family’s generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won
 
Wealth of history snatched by French designs
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentor’s whips and lies
Nubian Queen? You darn straight
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait
My lineage is not open for debate
Or words of my doctrines to rate
French stole, Spinach claimed it, here today, it’s just too late
For the history that runs through my veins
My creed, my presence is all of me who remains
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue
 
Coffee and Sugar Cane
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain
Code Noir
Cries from the cotton fields no more
French Revolution
Freedom was the ultimate solution
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution
Blood on hands from plantation retribution
No forefather’s ablution
Given a one third citizenship, documented in the Constitution
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their children’s mental pollution
 
Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawn’s early light
Give me Liberty or Give me Death
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth
Fleets of ships that sailed
Bodies dropping like heads or tails
Breathing Heads accounted to live
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees
 
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity
Practiced in colonized solidarity
I may have to brush up on my French very soon
Two sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon
A tale of two cities will soon meet tri-fold
Haitian French
Mulatto Parentages  
Haitian Frech Creole
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls
From the Native Islands, to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisors to console
 
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs