The Traitor

The Traitor

I am a traitor
a spy disguised as a citizen of this land
the U.S.A
You see I got the blood of revolutionaries
flowing in my veins
The blood of a million marching slaves
chanting in perfect unision
Koupe Tete Boule Kay
And for those of you who don’t
understand creole
that means Cut off the Head and Burn the Houses
of those racist white imperialists

Yes I am a traitor
I spilled the blood of Frenchmen
and wrote my declaration with it
Danced my voodoo dance to their piercing howls
letting the spirits of ancient Africa
penetrate my frame

So I stand Up
and throw my middle finger to the skies
Cause my forefather Touissant
told me too
His ghost whispering to me from
the damp undergrounds of a French prison
And I promised him, Boukman, Dessalines and the rest
divine vengeance
for I shall reak havoc in this land
A holy war of all the dead souls
and on that faithful day
ALL the spirits of the dead traitors
Arawak Indian, and African alike
from Port au Prince to Miami
we will move across the sea
not on boats, but on foot
following the footsteps of Christ
we will reclaim this land
FOR
LIBERTY
AND JUSTICE
FOR ALL!
Written by Castina Charles, author of Baad Asss Poet

When I Did Speak

When I did speak

From the age of six until the age of sixteen
My life was like a scene, from a movie unreal
I had no visible scars
no external wounds...but the internal ones
refused to let me live...in peace

Everyday I fought a war
A war with myself...
I still feel his crispy hands
touching my secret place, and hears as my heart race
I couldn't cry nor scream
What I am telling you is not from a movie scene

I prayed for death arrive
not on him, the man that had caused me so much pain
But prayed for death on myself
Death never came for neither one of us
and each and everyday my like was getting worse

Until I spoke up...and when I did
I became free, physicly, emotionally, mentally
my life was unreal, I couldnt feel
Until I, the abusee spoke up

(c)2006 K. Bijoux Augustin