Haiti in our hearts.
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A small thing can make such a big difference for Haiti. They will not be forgotten.
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Haiti...
My eyes take in the view:
Poverty in all her glory...
Burning tires and refuse,
Piled trash along the roads,
Garbage rivers running
through the sewage bordered streets...
But it's not these sights that register;
my heart is blind to this...
My ears hear...
Gunshots,
Stories of violent clashes
and governmental coups,
The cries of needy children
rah-rahs & voodoo
But these sounds don't penetrate;
my heart is deaf to this...
I breathe in...
Acrid odors assault my nose--
Fetid fish
and car exhaust
But these scents don't permeate
my heart can't smell these things...
There are tastes my tongue won't savor--
Rancid Meat,
Diesel fumes,
The bitter taste of Bile
But I don't discern these flavors...
my heart can't taste these things...
My hand reaches out
and I touch...
Dirt, Grit, and Grime
As I feel palpable humidity
and sweat--
Trickling d
w
n,
Creating muddy tracks
that end in sticky pools on my skin.
But these textures make no impression;
my heart can't feel these things...
These things can't touch and grasp
the Haiti in my heart
Instead....
My heart sees... Beauty...
Lush Vegetation and trees,
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