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Isaline Jean Paul

(JULY 21,1997 / Haiti)

Where I Was Born


I was born in a country of darkness
From a lot of mud and dirtiness
I was born in a black hole from luminous
Nothing can hold me tight
To keep me from the light

I grew up in poverty
From a town of cruelty
I am the auspicious of this town
Our family choice is always down
Just like i sat thinking about my future

I was born where faith has disappear
From a city failure is not their fear
I was born in a province of famine
Where my people are starving
This is where i was born

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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what made me wrote this poem is Maya Angelou work, one day i was reading ' still i rise' and i was thinking about Haiti and everything that happened there,

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