A Strong Rose!
A strong rose that grew in
a deserted area,
Where sun does not arise,
Where is unheard of to find great grain of a sand and
dirt.
Where rain and water don’t reach
Where no gardener pays attention too
But it still manages to prove nature laws and people
belief wrong about strong a rose.
Because it learns to breathe fresh air, smell grand
odor, nourish itself, flourish well, and stand on its
own without nature and gardener’s support.
While they thought and scientifically prove without any
of them no rose-seed is capable to grow strong to
well-flourish and smell great fresh air in a neglected
and abandoned area.
Forgive me!
Forgive me because I
cannot be the man you want me to be and make you feel
special as a lovely African blood queen by just looking
into you eyes, holding your lovely hands, and touching
your soft chocolate skin. Forgive me because I say ‘F*ck
you’ to you, instead of I love you and you mean the
world to me.
Or, because I put sad-tears into your beautiful eyes,
instead of a great smile on your gorgeous face!
Forgive me because I put my hands on you, call you
‘bitch’, and ‘slut’, instead of my lovely African-blood
queen and put my lips on your juicy ones.
Forgive me because I make you feel as a useless herb in
a desert, instead of a lovely rose from the motherland
or precious Haiti’s land.
Again, forgive me, and please do not blame me
altogether. Because I learned these vicious ways of
abusing and mistreating you as my lovely queen from my
dad’s precepts and examples.
Every single awful thing I have said or done to you, my
dad has said and done them to my lovely mom.
I do not want to continue to talk to you or treat you in
such an awful way.
God is my witness; if you forgive me, I will leave my
dad’s world to get into yours in an instant.
I will make you truly happy and treat you as my lovely
African-blood queen as I should have done since the
first time I laid my eyes on you. Again, I am begging
you, please forgive and let me become the man you want
me to be.
A Confused Man!
I am a confused man not
because I am not a college graduate, an intellectual, or
cultivated man. I am a confused man not because I do not
have any goals, dreams, love my lovely queen or do not
know any of my parents. I am a confused man not because
I am committed to a psychiatric hospital or on
medication or not emotionally and socially stabled. I am
a confused not because I am a danger to myself or to
others.
But, I am a confused man because I do not know for sure
if I am an American or Haitian or African-Blood. In
fact, I do not even know the real African blood’s
culture, custom, and heritage. I am a confused man
because I do not know the land that my ancestors were
stole from, and because my race and I, are still treated
and seeing as a nonentity by those so-called leaders,
teachers, and friends in the modern world. I am a
confused man because I do not even know the foods and
beverages that my primitive ancestors were eating and
drinking in the old days to provide me the nominal
freedom I do have now. And, because I was not taught at
all by those so-called distinguished teachers and
professors to appreciate and admire what my gallant
ancestors have left for me as precious assets and great
heritage. I am a confused man because I was taught by
Africana people and others to treat and regard my lovely
Middle Eastern, Asian, Caucasian, Hispanic, Latinos
sisters and brothers with contempt, hatred, prejudice
instead of with love, dignity, and respect. I am a
confused man because I do not feel comfortable towards
my African-blood brothers and sisters. In fact, I do not
even know, appreciate, nor place them, my true identity,
culture, heritage, history, language, religion,
literature, poems, and customs above others. I am a
confused man because I dismiss and belittle my lands,
languages, heritage, wealth, and products for others. I
am a confused man because I do not know or have interest
to study the language that my heroic heroes and heroines
used to speak in the old age. Nor, celebrate their
deaths, accomplishments, and birthdays as holidays
because I was taught to honor and celebrate others, who
did not care, think of, die, and even shed a fraction of
blood for my and my race freedom and achievements in the
new world.
I am a confused man because I mistreat, mislabel, and
depreciate my lovely black sisters as slut or hoe for
others, instead of treating them as lovely African-blood
queens as they deserve.
I am a confused man because I decry, hurt, dehumanize,
and exterminate my own African-blood for my ego,
amusement or being confused.
I am a confused man because I mainly eager to contribute
and advance others’ heritage, custom, freedom, wealth,
instead of my own.
I am a confused man because the former European-tyrants
had created the entire systems to mislead and confuse
lowly people as me such way, so we can always be
confused.
I am a confused man because all these religions,
democrats, republicans’ scandals, corruptions, war,
politic, and partisanship in the world make me confused.
I am a confused man because the school's I went to,
misinform me since I was an infant that my race is
worthless and useless to the world development so I
cannot have any interest and desire to elevate them to
higher level in the society, instead of enlightening me
to better them.
I am a confused man because nearly all my teachers and
leaders have done nothing to help me improve my untoward
conditions in life, except to further confuse me and the
rest of the African-blood in the new world more. |
