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PORT-AU-PRINCE "Land of my mother's mother's mother.  Under the grace of the sun I sat behind my infant sister, watching her little hands touch.  The land where my grandmother's mother birthed 9 - and buried 6.  Where the soil is rich, and so is our skin.  T he place where I received my very first compliment. "une belle noire" - the streets where my father stopped to hold my hand as we made our way across the street.  Port-au-Prince..land of sweet, sweet fruit, fragrant ceremonies, and bitter fights.  You have given me so much, Port-au-Prince. I love you, and shall always return to you.  My dearest Port-au-Prince, the air of my very first breath still lingers in you.  Port-au-Prince,  I . Love. You. Art is vivid, streets are crowded, markets are loud.  You tickle every sense I have.  One day I was a girl in a red and white uniform.  Today I am becoming a woman in black.  All these years, I did not realize it was you that I...

March 15th, 2025 Wedding Parade In the heat of the daluka dreambeats, the young girls were casting charms, from kohl-lined eyes, where beauty felt at home.  Tonight, mother of the bride, we brought you our cream of the cream; palm fonds in our hands, a good omen for green times to come.  Virgins as soft as young plants, nursed in the shades for blooming time.  Rapture flying out of the drums, like flocks of birds taking to the sky, as the wedding parade gaily slid along the Nile bank.  We would catch rare glimpses of unguarded beauty, yet we never go beyond the limits.  Tonight, mother of the bride, we brought you our cream of the cream; palm fonds in our hands. A good omen for green times to come.  A proud community servant did the honors; carrying around the incense burner, barefooted, in the brisk steps, all smiles, he warmly welcomed the parade.  An elated old woman recited warm-hearted verse, her voice underdulating, recalling past glories, the gi...