Take me home.

                                           By: Josee S. Etienne

The poorest view can be the most breathtaking picture.
So take me where beauty comes from hard work and not from those who simply crave
take me where the toys and weapons are made of sticks and stones yet more deadly than the bullets that they wish they had.
Where the poorest becomes the richest at heart.
Take me home where imagination is the only thing that last forever.
Where hope is the only series they never take their eyes off.
Where the ones who wishes they had more, are the ones offering the most.
Take me home where flies are as welcomed as your guests
where the rich eats with the poor
where even the devil can't abhor.
Take me home where the dead feels more alive
Where those who gave up will learn to abide
Where I learned that you only eat with those who starved with you
Where family carries more than just the responsibility of pumping blood
Where your last name becomes your destiny
Where the Sun and death contains an affinity
Where depression cuts deeper than love
Where I learned to pray even when things are great
Where I learned that hard work provides you with two cakes instead of one.
And eating them means nothing without the ones you love.
Where Home doesn't always mean a house.
Where the youngest works the hardest.
Where the heaviest weights are carried on their heads and not their backs
Where they all got the same names and the same haircuts but trust me something different
And although you can't distinguish their laughter’s from their cries they smile anyway
Where life is but a dream
And they dream big
Where misery is just the beginning
And happiness is hardly the ending
Take me where the ocean cries and the birds sing
Where the devil fights but loses to the almighty king
Where the sun rises and Where the moon visits first
Take me where family trees are expended
And the elders are respected
Where education is key and poor income is the only lock on the door
Where humans are ignored and the dogs eats off the floor
Where hopes opens his arms and poverty shuts it
Where life throws you in an abyss
And resurrection is nothing but a kiss
Take me home where those even married to sadness knows how to be happy
Take me to Haiti