Why was I ripped from her?
She birthed me first.
Did I birth her?
I hated leaving
Though the ones who crowned me queen
wanted to hang me like Anacaona,
Queen of Jaragua Maguana of the island “Ayiti”
Silently you conspired
Time for me to leave
A covenant signed
Mount Calvary high since
The roots numerous, strong,
When the thing hit and left you wounded
A leg caught half a step between life and death
Arms stuck out of the rubble
Reaching out to children near and far
Your sufferings had surpassed you
your call from some place deep
It was time to come home
A covenant signed in Leogane
The noose was parchment
Your tears were like ink
Still, your resilient spirit transformed
the tsunami of despair into rays of hope
And like the golden flame from the central sun
The light in your eyes will shine again
Your branches will sprout even more beauteously
The pearl of the Antilles
Ayiti Quisqueya Boyo . . .