Estranged family – a poem
Sister, I’ve known you long
Quisqueya birthed us both
A rebel you were, taught me a few tricks
You, free from oppression; I, free from you
We went our own ways and engaged in cat fights… occasionally
most of which I won
Sister, a Massacre divides us and keeps us both safe
you from intrusion, me from your sadness
For you’ve been beaten, violated, isolated and ignored
more than I care to acknowledge
and perhaps because I care, I choose not to know
a knot gathers in my throat every time I hear of you
unexplainable sorrow rushes through my blood
because it is also your blood
Sister, the H is silent and so are your pains.
‘Nou se mond la, nou se timoun yo’
Let them hear your cries
Let them clean your wounds
so you can find your way
How can you get lost in such a small land?
Quisqueya hears you. Quisqueya heals you.
The mother of all lands gave you the highest ground.
Wipe off your tears, so you can see
from so high so great
what you can be, Haiti.
By tuttysan © 2010
Estranged family – a poem. See more Love bites.