Losing My Immunity

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I miss Haiti.
I miss Haiti like a corpse miss its soul

The longer they’re apart
The more the corpse loses all senses
All stability.
So it withers,
It dries.
It rejects itself. And the soul doesn’t know who.

The longer I’m away from my country
The more I lose my senses
Then my life.
So I wither,
My juice dries
The culture rejects me. The country doesn’t know who.

Whenever I go back
They ask “yoh watsap…mann”
Demand if I’m American. Force it upon me
enbyen, ou gentan ameriken, manno” “ou bliye Kreyol ou?” **

I get sick.
No. Really, I always get sick when I go back. My immune system has weakened

Foreign lands have a way of telling you
To relax your arms. Let your guards down. You’re safe.
There’s a better future for you, here.
They wrap their hands around your shoulders.
Walk into the sunset,
From your country,
That they’re burning, behind you.

This country. Ayiti.
Has an impenetrable immunity
Shakable, but impenetrable.

But you wouldn’t understand
You’re a foreigner.

The country loved me. Caressed me. Raised me.
Planted seeds in me.
While I,
Relocated overseas. Deafened myself to its screams of my name
Then write songs about destiny
And where I’m supposed to be.

I fertilized and grew these seeds into fruits
To bring as an offering of gratitude.
“Mom, look what I made!”
Pitit mwen, pou kisa w te kite m?”

*My child, why did you leave me?*

**well then, you’re already American, Charles? You forgot your Haitian Creole?

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On The Ferry

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We were eying each other during the whole ride. At the end of it, he finally approached me and started talking to me. It was very smooth. It flowed naturally. He thought I was a work of art. A painting. With my make up, the strokes of my hair. I admitted he’s handsome.

I asked him why did he take so long to approach me. Why didn’t he talk to me on the Ferry.

He said I was standing against the wall. Phone plugged, charging. He said I didn’t have any escape route in case I decided that I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I couldn’t go up nor down. I could only jump off the boat into the water. Which, he chuckled as he said, he hopes he is not that bad.

I asked him who would ever want to escape from him.

I asked him what were his plans for the night. He said he’s trying to take me home. I thought it a joke. But he said it without a doubt. And I didn’t hesitate not one bit. But my friend was waiting. Her and I had no plans, but she was waiting.

I should’ve asked him to come with me.

I should’ve let him take me home. I need alone time with him.

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Conversations For Me (unfinished piece)

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Does it bother you that people don’t care what’s inside your mind?
That after they’ve exhausted their opinions
You have choices.
To share yours that settle like dust on an untended table
Or sit in silence like ignorance swimming through cold city chaos

How do you feel knowing that when they ask a question
Start a conversation
It’s a trick for you treat them by opening the door
Their words and opinions flooding in your basket, careless of yours?

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Hey everyone!

Sircharles here! This poem is an unfinished piece. It does not feel ready to me. I don’t usually do this (I’ve actually never done this before) but I wanted to ask for some help in completing this piece. How do you think I should continue with it? How would you continue with it? Any specific edits that you would make to it? Or do you think the poem is complete and good as is? The poem is about someone initiating a conversation with you (especially by asking you a question) but honestly they just want you to start talking so they’d have an excuse to share what is on their mind—they do not care about what you have to say.

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Indie Girl (Video)

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Hello all,

I’ve put together a YouTube Video for one of my favorite poems titled: Indie Girl. You can watch the video by clicking on the image above or by clicking here.

If you would like to read the poem, you could do so by clicking here, or by clicking on the link below.

https://sircharlesthepoet.wordpress.com/2021/12/17/indie-girl/

Indie Girl is a poem about my strong liking for girls who are very out of ordinary, which for the most part ends up being ladies who do not like me back, haha! Enjoy and let me know what you think please!

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Carry On

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Mama,
Help.
Please.

Get up.
I need you.
I can’t do it anymore.

Mama,
Come back to life.
I’m trapped in living’s strife.

Where are you?
I want to get to know
Your eyes.

Mama,
It’s not fair

Why do you get to move on?
But I’m stuck, here, failing to stay strong?

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gods of deceit

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the truth in my writing is so sudden
the lie in my smile is so golden

the sun gives the paper a sniff of its blessings
illuminating writers as gods; wizards of words.

the words are not exactly
the letters are not really
the sentences are not certainly
what is being said.

scriptures glowing like gold on old parchment
with the wave of letters wiping the sermons out
of your consciousness and infusing it with spells

I’m a wizard. These words of god.

don’t trust our smile.
pain is a stain throughout our writing.
turning beauty into a thrilling madness;
extract aesthetic out of the destructions.

you’ll be moved;
you will need our suffering and stumbling.
all this gold in my smile

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The Canyon

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Montana.

the mountains watch from the edge of a journey
like religious statues waiting on
repeated praise and reminders from a lesser being

every morning it swallows us to an anxious path
through the shadows and silence
of its sometimes catastrophic, mesmerizing heaven

there’s no rescue because it’s only you amongst the intensity
held in a cold and suspenseful air
forcing you to face yourself, along with your failed intentions

the scenes repeat until they choose to reveal a destination
navigating between the footstools of entities
proceed with diligence until your arrival to a revelation

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Will Smith Was Right to Slap Chris Rock

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There is a lot differing opinions on the Will Smith Vs Chris Rock incident. My opinion might not be one that most people agree with, unfortunately. But I will share it regardless.

How I see it is this way: somebody shamed Will Smith’s wife, so he reacted how he felt it best to react. Could he have reacted in better way? Of course. But, in saying that, I believe that one should not ABUSE something/someone very important to a person and then try to dictate how that person should react to the assault. What Chris did—shaming Jada in front of the whole world—is assault too. Assault to her whole family. If someone is shaming you in any way, I hope you’d expect your partner to stand up for you—even if that means getting physical.

A common statement that has been made is that when you go to a comedy event you have to have thick skin or at least be prepared to get picked on, as that is the culture of the space. Although I understand that, comedians should also know that whether it is a joke or not what they say can and will have strong impacts on people—and sometimes that comes with consequences for them, a rebuttal from the victim. In this case, Chris shamed someone on National TV for a medical condition that they’re suffering from which has taken so much from them, so he got slapped on National television.

The reaction could’ve and should’ve been worse. I don’t think what Will Smith did out of anger was wrong. I actually praise Will Smith for specifically choosing to slap Chris. Guys do not slap people out of anger. They throw a punch. So it was very wise of Will to choose to slap instead of a punch because punch that hard would’ve knocked some teeth out and require some medical attention.

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Were You Meant To Labor Until You Die?

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I don’t believe that I, or anyone, is meant to wake up and labor from sun up to sun down in order to live a life where I can STRIVE to be happy. It doesn’t even make sense. So you’re telling me that in order to be happy and free, I have to wake up every day then work hard, suffer, give my soul, time, energy and creativity to some company or person in order to one day be free from that contract, and finally enjoy the fruits of my labor?? But how will I ever be permanently happy and free if, every day, I have to work an undesired job at an undesired time in an undesired pace for undesired results? When does the contract end so that I could finally be infinitely happy? Do I one day retire? When? After all of my good and strongest years are spent working tirelessly for a greater part of my waking hours?


Do you see the irony? Exactly. It’s all bullshit! One day, I want to take a year-long vacation/escape to live life as close to what I believe I am meant to (we all are meant to) live it as: spending time with people, laughing, visiting places, meeting new people, spend weeks lounging around, watching movies, enjoying the pleasures of life (simple pleasures or spiritual or bold or expensive or lavish pleasures), have lots of safe, enjoyable and liberating sex, enjoy nature, enjoy the nicer things in existence that humans have come together and created, do whatever pleasurable or fulfilling activities that I can think of or that I learn about in my journey. I want to do anything except for go into a workplace to labor for someone, something, in order to maintain the simplest style of living because that’s bullshit, and unethical. I’m damn sure that’s not what humans were created to do. We were put on a planet that has a wealth of everything that we can ever need FOR FREE AND IN ABUNDANCE but somehow we came together and decided that it is best to detrimentally work for any of it? That’s absurd! My life’s goal is to escape that.

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As You Look, Imagine (YouTube Video)

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Hello all!

I’ve posted a video of myself reading and presenting one of the recent poems that I published on this blog, As You Look, Imagine. You can view the live-reading video by clicking here or by clicking on the picture/YouTube link above. It would mean a lot to me if you could watch the video, and also tell me what you think! There’s also a direct link to the video below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1citm-A82-o&t=1s

I also would like to give a shout-out to Tony Single for suggesting that I make the live-reading video of As You Look, Imagine. Be sure to pay a visit to his page for some interesting and creative content by clicking here or by clicking on the link below!

https://crumblecult.com/

I also wanted to take this opportunity to say if I ever post a poem on this blog and you would like to see a live reading of it, please do let me know!! I read and respond to all of my comments, and take even the slightest suggestions into strong consideration (this is an example)! I have very daring goals for my art and my writing–plus, the plan is to take all of you with me as I go there. Without all of you, none of this is possible! So please let me know what you want. I am listening and I am creating. I am taking requests too! I love you all! ❤

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