They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.

Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
That’s hot Griot
They don’t eat rabbits
But they eat spicy Tassot
And of course, they eat hot dogs.

Haitians eat and drink Soup Joumou
Which contains vegetables and of course carrots
Haitian food
Is very, very good
Immigrants consume good meats
Like you.

Stop being racist
Stop being supremacist
Years ago, your ancestors used to eat dogs
Not immigrants, not West Indians
Not Haitians
Quit the hate
Think about your fate
On the final date
Immigrants eat fried wild hogs
Like zillion of Americans
Who love apple pies
Stop the lies, stop all the lies.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.

In that moment,
we were one,
A dance of heat,
the night begun.
she stretched the pleasure, She made it last,
Binding him in the spell the she cast.

Every touch, a spark, a fire,
Every breath, a wave of desire.
Time slipped away, lost in bliss,
Sealed with a deep and lasting kiss.

I pushed him back, took control,
A hunger burned within my soul.
His eyes, wide with sheer desire,
Lit the room like a growing fire.

As I took him, slow and deep,
I savored every sigh he'd keep.
Each moan, each shudder, fueled my need,
A dance where I would take the lead.

He neared his peak, I felt it rise,
But stopped to see it in his eyes.
I teased, I lingered, made it last,
Prolonging pleasure, holding fast.

For in that moment, time stood still,
A game of passion, matched in skill.
I drew it out, the night our own,
In every touch, a thrill was sown.

Collapsing spent, beside me there,
Satisfaction hung in the air.
A smile crept across my face,
Knowing I had won this race.
she came in first place
that was the plan, in the first place

To push back, to claim what’s mine,
with a hunger that takes even me by surprise,
and see her eyes, wide with need,
as I savor each gasp,

each shiver that runs through me,
drawing out every drop of bliss,
until I'm lost, utterly spent,
tangled in the joy
while, holding in that moment,
the pleasure
we share

When was the last time you craved control,
then the desire grips you so fiercely,
you push back, hunger burning bright—
and the taste of her
the way she arches
then shudders beneath you,
becomes your world,
as you tease, as you please,
reveling in the power of your blessing,
dragging out every last drop
of her surrender, of her ecstasy?