{"id":367,"date":"2013-11-28T15:22:15","date_gmt":"2013-11-28T15:22:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=367"},"modified":"2016-09-19T14:27:32","modified_gmt":"2016-09-19T14:27:32","slug":"lady-haiti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=367","title":{"rendered":"LADY HAITI – Lugensky Durosier"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lady Haiti,
\nsister of all black nations,
\nbold Mother of my ancestors
\nascendant acoustic homeland,
\nI hear you.
\nYour sonorous voice sounds
\nlike the homemade goat skin Bata drum
\nbeating in celebration of our first found freedom.
\n1804.
\nFirst black independent nation,
\nhated by many and envied by traitors,
\nHaiti, mother of mine,
\nwe want no more papa pretenders
\nlike Duvalier,
\ndraining lives from your worried womb.
\nI feel the pull of your umbilical cord,
\ntwinge of your pain in every membrane.
\nlike a mother feels
\nthe first kick from a child in her stomach.
\nDamn the dark days
\nof every dictator
\nwho disregarded our anthem!
\n\u201cLet there be no traitors in our ranks!
\nLet us be masters of our soil.\u201d
\nInstead of taking and raping
\nlike pirates
\nour family lived by the creed of the anthem:
\n\u201cMay the fields be fertile
\nand our souls take courage\u201d
\nGrandpapa planted plantains,
\npotatoes and peas across
\nyour fertile black belly,
\nmoist with source d’eau<\/em> formed by rain.
\nI do love you.
\nThough oceans away, you\u2019re with me day by day
\nYour memories splash through my mind
\nlike the motion of the turquoise ocean near L\u2019ile de la tortue.<\/em>
\nI inherited my skin from you–
\nlike Toussaint, no need for tanning,
\nmy skin is a symbol of strength and perseverance,
\nsometimes tender as a newborn\u2019s–
\na reminder of a dark past and a dazzling future.
\nSorrowful,
\nI stepped away from your soil,
\nyour golden grains, the soft give of your sand,
\nsucculent white rice with Congo beans.
\nonto the hard concrete\u2014
\nIt’s hard to eat in America.
\nLost,
\nlike many others, rootless in another land.
\nDear Mother, I hear your call,
\nthe sound of the homemade goat skin Bata drum
\nbeating slowly, almost stopping,
\nlike a heart on the verge of failing.<\/p>\n

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\"Poet,<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0Lugensky Durosier was born in Haiti in Port-au-Prince. \u00a0He recently learned that the origins of his Polish first name stemmed from remnants of Polish troops that Napoleon had garrisoned and eventually abandoned in Haiti. Lugensky was a creative writing major at Bloomfield college and received a Masters Degree in Business. He loves his rich cultural heritage!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lady Haiti, sister of all black nations, bold Mother of my ancestors ascendant acoustic homeland, I hear you. Your sonorous voice sounds like the homemade goat skin Bata drum beating in celebration of our first found freedom. 1804. First black independent nation, hated by many and envied by traitors, Haiti, mother of mine, we want [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1584,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[63],"class_list":["post-367","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-artist-henry-robert-bresil"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=367"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4518,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367\/revisions\/4518"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1584"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}