Je t'aime, Haiti.

popularity comes in dribbles
as she stares at herself with a sense of puzzlement.
confidence
a sense of repentance
overwhelm the child.
she thinks of the calamity surrounding her society
her personal infirmary.
can the host of her insanity
shield herself from the horror?
the smell of death surrounds her.
she cries unto her creator
"porquoi vous me permettez de sentir la douleur?"
she hears silence...
no response from her comforter.
she seeks for an explanation for her pain.
her self-esteem dwindles
her pride fizzles
but the silence is the sound
of her comforter embracing her.
she weeps
and her tears are wiped away by the sounds of the winds.
"merci."