I like to think of myself as a masterpiece;

My skin that envelops my person ..a canvas.

I wonder how many times my Picasso had to go over me to form this shade.

...so smooth--like a decadent piece of dark chocolate.

Every brushstroke delivered to my body creates my characteristics,

And each color constructs into the personalities I show to the world.

My lips deliver messages that paint the world with the passion I hold inside,

and my demeanor catches the attention of those who never appreciated art.

My scars tell the stories of a past that once was,

& while others look at them as imperfections..

I know whoever made me makes no mistakes.

So every curve of this masterpiece I cherish

And every blemish is appreciated.

Maybe one day everyone will realize the beauty of me.

Ayiti

For so long I pretended like I didn't know you,

Turned a deaf ear when you tried to embrace me.

The lies that I tried to define myself with fit together like a Mosaic

But when I looked in the mirror I could not deny you.

I wish I would have got to know you ,

As I paint a vivid picture of who I am

Your valleys and streams that are still unknown to me;

have caused myself to become a mystery.

Dear Haiti, Forgive me.

Pou lontan mwen pran pòz tankou mwen pa t 'konnen ou,

Vire yon zòrèy soud lè ou te eseye anbrase m '.

Manti a ke mwen te eseye defini tèt mwen ak anfòm ansanm tankou yon mozayik

Men, lè mwen gade nan glas la mwen pa t 'kapab refize ba ou.

Mwen swete mwen ta gen te rive nan konnen ou,

Kòm mwen penti yon foto rete vivan nan kiyès mwen ye

Fon nou ak rivyè yo ki toujou poko konnen m ';

ki te lakòz tèt mwen ou kapab vin yon mistè.

Chè Ayiti, Padonnen m '.

Love Lost

Admitting it to myself makes me feel like a sinner.

...The way you intoxicate my mind.

I choke on your name every time it attempts to force its way thru my lips.

&& I suppose these symptoms imply that I loved you.

..But my pride would never let me utter those words.

The ones that insinuate that maybe you meant something more than I dare to accept.

The ones that won't ever escape this mouth so that I can never fall victim

To that sickness they call heartbreak.

You see, because for as I contradict this ailing cardiovascular device of mine

I can continue to deny you.

So I swallow those three words that dare leave  my tongue and I clutch myself as the truth courses thru my veins.

This demeanor is difficult to maintain as the sun lights up the world.

But even when my scars are on display,  it gets even harder as the sun goes to sleep.

Because as you infect me with your memories,

The distractions of a long day can't protect me

But,

I'd rather be eaten up alive,

Die inside.

Than to ever let you know that you made a part of me dysfunctional.

&& When you look me in the eyes ,

I'm immobilized.

Enticed by your baited lips

...I know that I'm wrong for embracing this poison.

But one more of your sweet kisses should suffice

No longer does innocence remain, In your heart nor mine

So I lay you down for the last time ,

&& make sure I'm holding you tightly as we self-destruct.