Haiti Poem by Laurore Jean Pierre

Pearl of the islands was its name.
In the soul of it’s descendent it is still
that beautiful pearl.
The first black country to gain our independence
but to the eyes of others it’s just another
small country in the struggle for survival.
Where is the respect we fought for?
All we have left is our pride.
We’ve been put down by so many and many
are waiting for our failure,
but once again we get to prove them wrong.
One day just like decades ago our head will be held
high and our pride will be seen and respected
to the eyes of those hypocrites.
Our faith has not weaken but is stronger.
Haiti will rise again with its name,
Pearl of the islands “perle des antilles”