Nord Oest- Poetry

This red clay dirt

Is blood in my veins

This precious rain

My burning tears

My eyes

Green and blue

Matched to the hues

Of this island and sea

My skin screams out

That I don’t belong

The power

The grace

The beauty

Through struggle

Can’t you see?

I am enamored

By you


I’m sorry

For the way things have been


I know

I will never fit in


I dream

Though I might never see

That your crops will be watered

That hope will be found

That your struggles will fall

That you will embrace

The strength that you are

Haiti I pray

Am broken

And long

For you

By Erin Rain Gautier

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Photo by Erin Rain Gautier.

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