I.
i know Haiti by her zebras and gazelles eden murals and seascapes voodoo flags and lonesome sunsets she costs ten thousand dollars at sotheby’s fifteen thousand dollars at butterfield’s twenty thousand dollars at christie’s i know Haiti by her gold coastline her sequined nets, her pearly teeth her bountiful markets, her crap game streets her dancing feet she is alive in manhattan thriving in west palm beach rich in beverly hills paradise in atlanta i know Haiti by her scarlet lips her moonlight eyes, her swaying hips her glamour smiles, her voodoo cries Haiti bought me a hamptons retreat a virginia plantation, a manhattan penthouse a bentley and a gulfstream jet i know Haiti and she’s made me rich |
II.
i know Haiti, i have little to eat my tin roof leaks and cardboard house moves from street to street i know Haiti by the stench from feces as i walk the beach as a vengeful remnant of a color coded slave kept in play by anarchistic trades i know Haiti as a club foot youth begging for change by day and a chance by night by the paintings she sells for a few dollars and a tease to fat gallery thieves i know Haiti as a non-tourist retreat as an aids incubator as a test site for hepatitis C as an example to others independence does not mean free i know Haiti as i know taino-arawak souls reduced like sugar to syrup, burned on hot coals as i know francis macandal, boukman dutty toussaint l’ouverture, jean-jacques dessalines henri christophé, still fighting to be free i know Haiti as i know the blood of mississippi as i know the cry of brazil as i know the rape of benin as i know the slaughter of angola as i know the theft of aruba as i know the diamond mines of south africa as i know the legacy of my diaspora i know Haiti, le Haïti ne me connaît pas _____________________________________________ Copyright © 2003 by F. Geoffrey Johnson All rights reserved First Published in Restoration, a collection of poetry and prose, 2005 First Reprinted in The Caribbean Writer, Volume 22, 2008 |