A Haitian French Creole

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 fifth 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  
 
#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth  
1st Edition (Published 3rd Feb 2020- Louisiana With A Haitian French Creole Twist)  
 
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