The essence of tropical sky and fertile ground gives me a certain zest that I leave behind while carrying forth the motion of international life inside a body of Diaspora.
I forgot how I absorbed the world of poets and chanteuses, how I held their soul precious and kept them within reach and sometimes how I placed each one on an altar special to my heart.
I forgot how the sound of the universe in fusion translated my future from a baby to a shy adolescent and after, to a woman bearing the skin of Haitian Deities, touching tradition and growing up in a culture where a woman should not love another woman.
I forgot the world within worlds of rainbows that I took time to create with presents from musicians, philosophers, writers and the likes.
I forgot the color and strength of each desire that flows inside my being, the written story of my history and the multitude of lives dead on the streets of Haiti and elsewhere for reasons unexplainable to nations said to be civilized.
What is civilization anyway? in a world where profit lives off of the spilled blood of innocent lives, where your next meal comes from the slaughtered flesh of your own sister, where money builds walls to keep away in destitute family’s glory?
I have forgotten that I am made of eagles and reptiles. I was born out of dragon slides and came out of dragon strides. I was born magically in faery land, in desert sand.
Excerpt from "A journey to love"