"Citadelle: Vizion de Ayiti Cheri"

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Let me tell u what it means to be Haitian.

It means when I slid past my mom’s sugar walls

I grabbed three things in all

Passion, pain, and oppression

As Americanized as I can be

I’m living 4 the day 2 b free

And in one place

Ayiti

Growing up I dreamed about the day

I felt pride to see the 9th wonder of the world

Represented in the miniscule books of history

grade 6 period 3

It was of Citadelle

A la belle

I couldn’t wait for the day that I could climb

to the top of that mountain and scream,

Ayiti Cherie!

“mwen damou avec ou pou la vie”

A mystical mountain

Where one of our corrupted kings

built a castle that was acres and acres and acres

Of land and mystery

Like gold behind a waterfall

that could never be touched

Men have lost their lives

to have a piece of that gold in their hands

I swear to g-d

Ya’ll better ship my ass to the sweet pastures of Haiti

‘Cause I could care less what you gotta do

but my last days

After or Before

need to be underneath the dirt of Ayiti Cherie

‘Cause even though

I am the first generation of American

The sperm exploded in Ayiti

And I wanna feel it again

I wanna go home

I’m not happy here

I surround myself with pretty things

But fail to realize

The problem is

I will never be satisfied

My peace is not here

Ayiti cherie

Please come take me home

So I can settle the peace longing from my heart

I want the love of you

To start a spark

Lumiere di fe ki reprasante nan ou

They just don’t understand

And can’t believe

‘Cause of the pictures the media sends

And the shit that Bush

And those other greedy cowards

send over there to spread

That underneath my Americanized attire

My cautious smile

Haiti is floating inside

The blood is the soil of you

Dormant

Needing your fertilization

And soon as I step foot there

Tone crazem

I’ll kiss the ground that you walk on

Even with dirt in my teeth

That smile

Will be real

‘Cause we all just wanna go home

Don’t we?

And mine

Is filled with mountains

Sugar canes

Rich soil

Beautiful dark, light, pale, red amazing people

Powerful people

Beautiful languages of three to four kinds

My family

And the second motherland to Africa

And I’m tired of people not understanding

what it means to be Haitian

So Mother,

Please come get me

I want to be in you

Your name…

Ayiti


"Citadelle: Vizion de Ayiti Cheri" © 2004 Emonde Prosper.
All rights reserved.

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Stage name:
Emonde
(sometimes emonie love)

Real name:
Emonde Prosper

Birthdate:
6.23.76

Zodiac:
cancer

Hometown:
Fort Lauderdale, FL (birthed in Miami) raised in Queens, NY

Performances/Venues:
Miami and Broward spots: Ginger Bay Cafe; Spitt Fi'Ya (Profetik Mixture); Churchill's, VENT, Are&Are Poetry venue (The Edge), Power Studios, EPoetry (Erotic poetry @ Himmershee Bar); Southern Fried Slam; DADA; Literary Cafe, Funk Jazz Lounge

Favorite Artists:
Not limited to Nappy Roots, Erykah Badu, Maxwell, Blackilicious (new love), Sade, Dave Matthews Band, Incubus, Stone Temple Pilots, Bjork, Mazzy Starr, Vivialdi, Bach, old Jay-Z, Mobb Deep, The Beatnuts, Akinyele (yes them too on those days.....)

Career Path:
Lord only knows but right now children are my focus so teaching...

Quote me:
Kharma-knows no man no religion no race or creed, so in life you reep what you sow and can only stop the cycle when you learn from the mistakes that once uglied your name then can beautify your spirit.

Black on Black Rhyme Member since: 2003

"Emonde Prosper.". All rights reserved.

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