I DON'T LOOK HAITIAN???!!!!!!!!!

I wanted to share the following poem that was forwarded to me:


This is for any of you who have heard and detest that dreaded stupid phrase, "You don't look Haitian." Please pass this jewel on. Just don't forget to give the brother his due. The copyright is included at the bottom. Also feel free to drop him a line. I
know he'd appreciate it!

I Don't Look Haitian?

You approached me with a smile on your lips
and slapped me five, gave me a pound with your ignorance by telling me that I don't look Haitian.

You shook my hands to welcome me,
open arms of your Statue of Liberty
and then shook my soul with your audacity,
stating that I don't sound Haitian.

Accolades and jubilee,
citing the wonders of Haitian history
yet you say I don't act Haitian?

You asked me if I was sure I was from "Ayiti"
when you are not sure where you are from
and you carry this mentality
to the doorsteps of your white houses
and your media coverage
showing me impoverished
barefoot and hungry,
seeking food and water in the slums,
you show the negative of my cultural drums
in a light of despair.

I don't look, sound or act Haitian? Why?...


Is it because I do not have the sea water of Biscayne Bay dripping from tattered clothes, or is it because I am not always dark as you perceived me to be... did I mess up your entire theory of relativity, that all relatives of Haitians must be dark and comely, like the tents of your media's Kedar?

Is it my style of dance that has you in awe, or have you never seen a Haitian dance kompa, salsa, meringue, cumbia, gualacha and reggae before?

I don't look Haitian you say?
Is it because you did not catch me with a bucket on my head working in some factory with an accent on my tongue until I'm 40,50,60 dead tired?
No I think your notion of me should have expired
a long time ago.

I apologize if there is more to me than voodoo dolls,
and I apologize if there is more to my country than slums, poverty and hunger, and I apologize if my poetry makes you wonder if I am really Haitian, product of years of miscegenation.
I apologize if your idea and concept of me
is not what I have proven to be,
accent on my tongue and pride in my eyes,
yes, I am a product of Ayiti's thighs
with no apprehension to stand straight,
steel girders are the contents of my spine
and I do not bend so easily,
or acquiesce to conformity.
Gideon's trumpet bellows from my voice
as Maroon conch's echo in my words.

I'm sorry if you thought you'd find me in some sugar cane field, I know how many of you must feel,
catching me with a pen in my hand instead of a machete, beating a gavel instead of a drum, judge, doctor, lawyer, teacher, accountant, nurse, and engineer, my goodness, I think we have instilled an absolute fear deep within your socio-political heart, because we have evolved from your views of primitive art from Hyppolite, Jerome, Dambreville to Tiga, Wah, Sajousse, Basquiat and Bastien!

My history drew the original plans and freedom chart
so is this why you want to keep us apart?
Because we don't look like what you expected us to be?
Or are you still upset because we declared we were free after riding the freedom train to it's 1,804th last stop, upset still because we made the world's mouth drop?

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!
Haitians have declared themselves free.
Napoleon and Leclerc embarrassed internationally!
Haiti becomes the original Statue of Liberty!
Denmark Vesey inspired by Ayiti!
Gabriel Prosser inspired by Ayiti
even he used August as the month for his rebellious activity!
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!"

We held truths to be self evident before the first shackle, built an above ground railroad way before Harriet went Underground, knew rivers before Langston told my horse before Hurston spoke to international pharaohs like Moses did to let our people go, stood side by side with Arawaks and Tainos, yes we invoked our Petros AND Shangos, spoke with the same tongue as Patrick did, give me liberty or give me death,
built our capital of freedom on 15 hills of wealth
and called it the Port of Princes.

I don't look Haitian? (sarcastically)
and you don't look American,
are you Cherokee or Apache?
you don't look like the original indigenous Indian
but you do look like an international comedian
because you've got jokes and jokers in your white house and punch lines filled with coke lines in your congress political white lies that are blasphemous stand up comedy in your judiciary that needs to understand that they need to stand up for justice
and honor or step down running your ivory house like a circus with father and son clowns.

I don't look Haitian? (sarcastically)
with my multi-lingual self, English, Kreyol, French and Spanish, I am more than The Serpent and The Rainbow, I am the real rainbow coalition
with a multitude of colors and artistic, intellectual erudition filled with powerful history... the power of my stride is energized by the Haitian women who stand next to, not behind me for they have galvanized Haiti when many ostracized me, women of different shades within our community who do not believe that our better tomorrow is an effort in futility. I look and am so Haitian that you fear me.Vespuccian sons and daughters ,
CAN YOU HEAR ME???!!

Look past my face, dark or light,
Look past my hair...straight, curled or kinked,
Look past your own mentality
into my heart and you WILL see,
My only nationality IS defined in three letters...
and that is

I E T!
"I am Haitian not only because I was born in Haiti, but because Haiti was born in me."

Prosper "Makendal" Sylvain, Jr.