Haitian Sun/Son Risingyes, good morning, and as the sun is rising
I feel like chastising,
I feel like John the Baptist, I feel like baptizing
past history that has been hypnotizing me,
so pass me a papyrus wash cloth and the soap of my past
so that I may wash my face and remove the slave residue from my mind and body!
pass me some astringent
so that I can stay stringent
and always a malignant cyst
living and breathing a fiery kiss
of truth to scorch the edifice
of lies and hate
to make the sociopolitical ground palpitate,
the truth is pathological and an inevitable twist of fate!
it's time to set it off this morning
let the truth start gushing and pouring
out to minds that are dry and infected
verité antibiotics are always easily rejected
because their eyes and ears have been soiled and disrespected
by mainstream media who has misrepresented
my country, sweet land called Ayiti,
the original black man's land of liberty,
of thee I spit!
Haiti is the land where MY fathers died
and that's why I spit with pride
knowing fully well how history, academia and politicians have lied
trying to keep Haiti in a chokehold,
but the writing is now written on mental walls in bold!
see me now with the sun rising
I am a Haitian son rising
see my history filled with uprisings
see me now as I'm verbalizing
the essence of my presence in world history
destroying the previous blasphemy
that has you thinking
without really seeking
truth.
I am the first free black kingdom
the black originator of the definition of freedom,
I blew the horn to free African slaves across the world,
my island nation, a jewel, a pearl.
The world stopped and just stared
as we fought the Battle of Vertierre,
and there in pride and dignity
we proclaimed ourselves a free Ayiti
so thank my ancestors for this place that is now the United States of America ,
would they have it so good if not for the sale of Louisiana ?
not to mention my heroes who fought in Savannah , Georgia !
there is so much that the world purposefully does not know,
from Haiti to Jean-Baptiste Point du Sable who founded Chicago !
The world doesn't have to take it personal
they just have to listen to the verbal arsenal
as we recount and go back to the beating of the drum
in the woods of Bwa Cayiman in 1791
we Haitian people made a pact to always fight for liberty,
the poet says today that no one CAN deter me
from walking and talking as a strong, proud Haitian, what do you expect?
In 1804 we fought and earned this RESPECT!
Prosper Sylvain, Jr.
(a.k.a., Mak30)