Haiti In Our Hearts [ Reviving Lost Hope] ♥ A Small Gesture From The Wattpad Family ♥

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

o 

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,

on Mountains

with Flowers

by the Sea

The sun's blazing orb

casting light upon a darkened world.

reflecting the vivid colors of Haiti-

intense yellows, orange, blues, red, pink...

Streets dotted with the bright and shimmering colors

of women wearing taffetas, silks and satins-

And craftsmen creating works of art-

Of paintings, and sculptures, and wood carvings

-all reflecting the colors of Haiti

And... Children...

Being loved by their mothers

or playing near streets

Children ... in starched uniforms

(the colors of Haiti)

Walking to and from school...

Smiling....

Laughing....

Stately heads

balancing

buckets and bowls...

filled with water,

lined with wares-

Bananas, candy,

stacks of cloth ...

precariously perched

on proudly tilted heads

And the tap-taps

-Haiti's lively, decorated buses

that fill the streets

with their presence...

and with sounds...

of honking

Horns tooting

-greetings

-warnings

-permission...

My heart also hears... Music...

The music of street merchants

selling their wares

-"Pee-stoch"

-"D'lo,"

and bartering

in rapid fire Creole--

Snorts, Laughs, Loud Guffaws....