FREEDOM—A Haitian Rant
After we ran our oppressors into the sea
You have since never tired trying to run us into the ground
After the earth opened its jaws to swallow us
Your assistance rushed in to bury us
You say we can not govern, our government is corrupt
Who kidnapped Aristide, the president we elected, a priest
who made our world work and not simply prayed for miracles,
in fact, we elected him twice, and twice you took your guns and
made him leave and would not let us vote for anything he represented—
our government is not corrupt, corrupt is the government you put in
our president’s place, our government is in exile
You swear we are not capable of caring for ourselves, perhaps
We are too busy servicing your sex tourists, making your mickey mouse
clothes, and sewing your balls you love to play with
You say everyone envies your freedom
Yet it was our soldiers who saved George Washington’s ass
in Savannah when you were fighting for your freedom but
you never give us credit for helping to create your freedom
and worse yet when you got your precious freedom you did not
give freedom to all your citizens—we in Haiti were the first truly
free country in all of the Americas, everyone was declared free
in our new republic, everyone red, black, white, yellow or brown—
no one was a slave in free Haiti, it took you almost a century
to free your enslaved people, yes not until 1865
did you even halfway declare all your male citizens as Haiti
was free on day one of our birth (tell me I am wrong
but I believe you did not let women vote until 1920)
no one who knows our history envies your 2/5 free history
You say we are poor but when will you give us back the money you sent
marines to steal from us in 1915 when you invaded us and took over
our banks, no matter how long a thief keeps what he stole, no matter how
many generations gone, he is still a thief, which is why
one of your presidents, the paedophile Jefferson who
took up with a thirteen year old, famously said:
when I think that god is just, I tremble
for the fate of my country
When we think that god is just, we just smile and pray the day of
reckoning will soon come, beautiful as a Jacmel sunrise
We are Haitian, we love freedom
who are you and what do you love?
—kalamu ya salaam