Anmweyyy, anmweyyy
Everybody is destroying Haiti
Please stop, stop, quit. At last, give the country
A break, a rich season. There are too many bandits, vandals
Too many lootings, thefts, too many crises and scandals
On this impoverished and exploited island
Give Hayti a chance to live better. Give our land
A break with too much violence and injustice
Ayiti needs peace, love and real justice
Why all of you are hurting Haiti so bad?
This is sickening
Haytians, please stop being so sad and mad
Haiti needs everybody's love and compassion
This is damning
Please help Haiti in this time of destruction
Or leave Hayti alone, to breathe
Hate only knows how to burn, **** and destroy
The truck is about to kiss the rugged cliff
Stop the rancor, put out the fire and bring joy
Haitians, Haytians, wake-up to a new beginning and era
Get rid of the bad seeds and unite with the Diaspora
Unite to fight against corruption and waste of the aids
Be positive! Be ready to get rid of all sorts of plagues
Please stop the violence and use sheer common sense
Hayti needs a new and better season
Haitians, help our nation be an oasis, a starry beacon
Let's understand each other
Unite to be better! Unite to help each other and to dance
Let's love each other to be better
Unite in this time of crisis; and reject death and violence
Anmweyyy, anmweyyy.

Copyright © 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

When I was a child
I went to church every Sunday

Down the road
And across the creek
Around Magnolia Street
And past the neighbor’s Confederate flag

I wore a white dress with blue hydrangeas
And shiny black Mary Janes
Sometimes a pink bow

My mother would hush me
Any time I would complain of itchiness
I would scratch until my skin matched my pink bow

The girls at church wouldn’t play with me
Because my white dress with blue hydrangeas
Didn’t fit right

My father would chide me for not making friends
That he didn’t raise an anti-social freak
With a dress that didn’t fit right

We would go home after service
Past the neighbor’s Confederate flag
And around Magnolia Street
Across the creek
And down the road

I would find myself in my little pink room
Kicking off my Mary Janes
And my little pink bow
And tearing of that godforsaken
White dress with blue hydrangeas

Pajamas are much more comfortable anyway

Dinner is always a burden
We’d join hands in Grace
Uttering the words of the Lord
“Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts…”

I’d play with my peas
My parents their wine
Not a word was spoken between us
And maybe it was better that way

Bedtime is the only time I can breathe
I’m back in my little pink room
At the edge of my little pink bed
On my knees and my hands in prayer

I would pray and pray
Beg and beg
For God to make things a little easier
To make me who I really am

And maybe instead of my Mary Janes
I’d be wearing Oxfords
Instead of looking like Eve
I’d be a little bit more like Adam

My throat was raw from crying and screaming
To a God who wasn’t there
A God who insisted that I wear
The white dress with blue hydrangeas

I’m a little bit older now
But I still find myself stuck
In the white dress with the blue hydrangeas
Shiny black Mary Janes
And a stupid pink bow

Down the road
And across the creek
Around Magnolia Street
And past the neighbor’s Confederate flag

I no longer complain of itchiness
There’s no point in it anymore

I sit on the bench in the church’s front yard
Observing the other girls from afar
Their dresses neat and ironed
I can only dream of mine being like theirs

I can get through another psalm or two
If I ignore the itchiness enough

My church clothes are back in a pile
Beside my pink little bed
In my little pink room

I stand in front of the mirror this time
As pure and disrobed as the day I was born

Everything is misshapen and melting
I can only stare back at the disoriented reflection
Before me

I live inside a body that isn’t mine
And it is disgusting

Before I know it, tears are falling like candle wax
Hot and sticky on my face
I try to wipe them away
But nothing can extinguish
The flame inside of me

I’m screaming and crying
Just like I did when I was little

But this time it was for me
Not for Him
Not for my parents
But for my own shattered image
And the soul within it

My nails claw at my flesh
Trying to rid this shell I call my body
But what is it of any use
When the thing that’s killing me
Is right there next to me?

It is no longer my flesh
It is the cage it is condemned to

Amidst the tears I can make out my hands
Tearing and ripping away streams of white and blue
And for a moment, in the eye of the tornado
There is peace

Sobbing becomes shaky, shallow breaths

I sit at the edge of my little pink bed
In my little pink room
In the shredded scraps
Of the white dress
With blue hydrangeas