I have a problem
  I don’t know how to fix it.
  

  Life is life but what about risks?


  I sometimes want to get hurt or die,
               Just to see if they will cry.


If people will care,
         or go on with their incomplete lives
               or if they will come clean away theirs lies.


          To say they’re sorry,
         to apologise,
            is something I don’t even think they would try.


             So what if I died?
        would you really care.


         The darkest secret
                hidden inside,
      may not be what I hide
            every night.



                     so remember this when you look to the sky,
              for I love you and I just wanted to say goodbye...

We are the underground poets of the universe.

We write to ease our pain from our own shadow,

We clothe our flesh, feelings & emotions into written sins,

Mask our aspirations to repent,
Dreams may be unholy, yet it is the highest liberation.
                  Over generalized written statement,
                                           Signed.
                                                                ­   

                                                                                         ©MH

Laughing so hard it hurts,
     Climbing into cold sheets,
         Finding a new song,
           Hitting all the words to a rap,
               Swinging on the swing,

Haiti you are a beautiful soul in nature. Frozen in time it’s like I’ve never left you three decades ago. Under all the destruction I still see your beautiful soul. Sadly with tears in my eyes I am speechless of how they’ve left you frozen without cause without reasons without merits. How shameful the civilized western can be to leave you naked, frozen without clothes. With tears in my eyes I am saddened to see you like this, With tears in my eyes I am still proud to be your son.

Perhaps one day I dream of seeing a Better you , a stronger you, and a Well dress you for the whole western world to see you unfrozen.

You are down but you are not out, you are drowning but you are not finished.
As painful as it may be for me , I know the pain for your people is much greater than mine , for I get to leave you as I please to a better place.

The hypocrisy from the western world, give me freedom or give me death , I assume it was only meant for the Caucasian world. Because together the people of Haiti have accomplished just that , for the freedom of your people , for that very reason they’ve been rebellious against your people for wanting to be free, for wanting to raised your young under a flag we all can be proud and called your our own.

Sadly they’ve brainwashed our brothers and sisters around the western world, make them believe you are barbaric, you are a race of barbarism, how sad to see in this modern world you have been left frozen in time. Still I am proud to call you my own.

If I can help it , the fight is not yet over. Shameful of myself for not realizing you were in need of my attention sooner than I’ve realized. Words cannot describes the pain I feel for you , words cannot describes the pain I feel for the people of Haiti. Today I wrote in stone I will indeed seek for a better You and I will not rest. Until then I beg you to keep fighting and
                          STAND STRONG FROZEN.