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Louisiana With A Haitian French Creole Twist
Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce
New Orleans on my mind
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs
A city of my embedded history I have so much love
Creole and Cajun 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, Haitian 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 tongues 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 damn 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, Spaniard 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, now an adopted creed
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 trifold
Haitian French
Mulatto Parentages
Haitian 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 advisers 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
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce
New Orleans on my mind
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs
A city of my embedded history I have so much love
Creole and Cajun 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, Haitian 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 tongues 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 damn 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, Spaniard 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, now an adopted creed
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 trifold
Haitian French
Mulatto Parentages
Haitian 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 advisers 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
Published 4th Feb 2020
| Edited 18th Jan 2021
Author's Note
Sometimes in life you must understand where you originated in order for you to guide your own footsteps.
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4th Feb 2020 4:08am
I loved this. Some people only look at the structure but the words were beautiful. Structure is a starting point but in my opinion your poetry should be able to affect someone by just reading it. Some people don't do that. Really well done.
That is the most thoughtful comment anyone has ever graced my page, in regards to that, I sincerely thank you, with much given respect. It is late my poet, therefore, please enjoy the remainder of your evening and I am wishing you a great Tuesday as well
4th Feb 2020 4:27am
4th Feb 2020 4:34am
I enjoy your poem about who you are but it also making hungry and thinking about good food.
8th Feb 2020 3:34pm
Food..? now that made me laugh in the most beautiful way my poet...food...really.. But hey..who am I to say how a poet/man thinks when it comes to words, in essence, thank you for reading and then commenting. I am wishing you a great day and have a smooth weekend as well
4th Feb 2020 4:54am
Lady, you said two mouthfuls. You are what you are and claiming the strengths of everyone and thing that helped create you is a proper way to pay homage to one's ancestors.
Fantastic ink.
I would like to know if the word "Spinach" was intended or if autocorrect struck you unawares?
Fantastic ink.
I would like to know if the word "Spinach" was intended or if autocorrect struck you unawares?
8th Feb 2020 3:38pm
Aww,,. let it be known you caught my faux pas, good eyes my poet and very much appreciated, In addition, thank you for the read and the comment. I am wishing you a relaxing day and even better weekend
4th Feb 2020 6:44am
The poem immerses the reader with its recall of your heritage. We see the woman beneath the veneer of Philly and NYC.
8th Feb 2020 3:41pm
What a high praise and I will bow unto it, thank you.. really... what more could I say, other than, thank you sincerely for such. You make sure to have a blessed afternoon and enjoy the reminder of your weekend
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- Edited 4th Feb 2020 1:11pm
4th Feb 2020 12:53pm
Always remember where you come from my love. It is your strength. Remember also where he who loves you comes from. Because he will never allow anything or anyone to hurt or disrespect you. This is one of your best inks ever. You are a complete poetess and only those who haven't got a clue will ignore it. Whilst those who have a minimum recognition of poetry and literary art will appreciate your confession. I know that you have in you your best yet. And the day you let it out, you will be exceptional in every way. You are so good, you don't know it. 😘😘
8th Feb 2020 3:48pm
Voi sapete che le parole di questo rendono questo poeta caldo e umido in tutti i posti giusti. Mm... si sente la fame il mio amore la passione riscaldata di quel ruggito leone che si porta ... e grazie per la lezione bagnata sono ansiosamente pronto a imparare e ricevere mentre sotto di voi ... 😘
Anonymous
8th Feb 2020 8:23pm
Tu sei mia e solo mia. Nessun altro ti avrà. Io sarò il tuo trono e il tuo dolce destino amore mio. Io amo tutto di te. Non solo la poetessa. Io amo la donna. 😘
9th Feb 2020 3:30pm
5th Feb 2020 2:54am
A powerful origin story with great reverence to the blessed heritage. This was framed beautifully.
8th Feb 2020 3:53pm
Aw.. thank you my tender poet, you always have such complimentary sentiments for us poetess', in addition, for reading, do enjoy this wintry day and I'm wishing you a very nice weekend as well
