A World Of Hope

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When there’s a world in front of me
But “nothing” is the only possibility

I try, I try. I’ve tried, I’ve tried.
Swim in a high current trickling
Away with everything:
Including my pride

And hope.
Everything needed to untie the rope
And flow…

Every morning, the sun still shines
It unrolls the sky into a blanket of hope
That covers the world—having enough for
Everybody.

When I was a child,
I used to get struck by lightning
Of amazement,
Each time I realized: the sky never really runs out

It goes as far as your dreams dare to.
And then, some more.
Especially when your back is against the wall
Especially when all hope seems to be at loss.

@Sircharlesthepoet


Hey guys 🙂

It’s been a while. As an artist, I’ve been thinking about how it’s my duty to create art to release into the world in times like this. When the world is in chaos, people turn to art. I love how everyone is coming together and contributing with what they have to help lessen the anxiety brought by the uncertainty of the world’s current situation. I send out a prayer and good energy to those who have lost this battle with Covid-19, and to those who are still fighting. I send out love, eternal blessings, and every positive energy in the world, to those working in a hospital, fighting to save lives against an outrageous enemy. And much thanks and blessings to governments around the world for trying to find balance and steady ground in these trying times.

Stay strong. Keep fighting. And let your hope be the last thing that this virus takes from you. ❤️🙏🏾💪🏾 stay home and wash your hands.

Choose Joy

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Choose curious eyes,
Walk the world like spies.
Above your storms and furnaces,
There is so much sky to thank for

Yet, you see:
Grief of dismissed events
In these funny-shaded clouds.
The rain falling, my friend
Is to wash away aching pasts
So, in times of sinister spontaneity,
Won’t you close your eyes, spread your arms, and dance in heaven’s stream?

@Sircharlesthepoet

Foreign Soil

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The other day, I talked to a lady who is from Haiti.

Being Haitian in foreign land, we shared what glued us together.
She told me I left my country too early. So I don’t know anything

I feel cheated each time I remember
She’s right.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve given up my country for foreign soil
But, how can I lose something that I never had?


Lately, I’ve been struggling and trying to, once again, have a firm grip on my culture–starting with the language. So I’ve been listening to a lot of Haitian music and reaching out to friends and family back in Haiti to practice my Creole. The language has changed a lot, but the worst part is I’ll never know how much it has changed because I was only 11 when I left the country. It’s mighty young and I was pretty oblivious to most.

If any of you are into learning about cultures or are multilingual, you would understand that learning a language is not just about learning grammar rules. It goes as far as having knowledge of the culture, to learn the language. In Haitian Creole, very strong emphasis is put on knowing the culture to fully get the language.

At 11 years old, I barely knew the culture. Yeah, I spoke the language–as far as what was required of me is concerned–and I had lived in the country for 11 years, but as you get older, more sophisticated thoughts and eloquence are required. And I will argue that it’s only then you really get a language.

After being in the states, scrambling to figure out this lifestyle and fit in, for the past 11 years, sometimes it feels like I’m losing my culture. Starting with the language.

Keep Your Friends Close

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A part of me still doesn’t believe in friendship
Well,
A part of me still believes I don’t deserve friendship.

So, I drop people like clouds drop rain
I never reach out
Like a weak WiFi signal.
But you’re out of range, so it doesn’t matter.
I don’t keep in touch, as if my phone had a shattered screen
And when somebody checks up on me
I get suspicious, and ask them why…


 

Okay, BOOM! Junior year of high school (2014). I got hit by a car. Woke up thinking I had just woken up from sleep and that I was late to school. (Close, but not quite). Found out I did wake up late for school. To be more precise, 11 days late. I had fallen into an 11-day coma from the car accident.

My life changed. My friends distanced themselves. I grew bitter. Dealing with all the internal (emotional, intellectual) changes and rollercoaster, I grew more bitter. I felt lonely. So I grew even more bitter. I started distancing myself from everyone. Realized that people didn’t really notice. They had their own things to deal with, so why should they care about me? If “no one cared about me”, why should I care about myself? I grew more bitter. Became dangerously suicidal. This world (assuming there are others) is an ugly place. My view towards the world changed drastically (positively and negatively). I had to survive. I embraced the loneliness.

This story hasn’t ended yet. Nor has it changed a lot. Although, I have met some people who are near and dear to my heart. Who I can reach out to.

Solitude is a dangerous ass thing y’all. There are unending quotes, and I’ve seen so many people advocate on how important it is to be able to remain in a lonely state. That’s true. But loneliness mixing with the wrong thing is dangerous af. Pay attention to your friends. Don’t just be like “hey, how are you?” and proceed with your life when they say all is alright! (Of course all is alright! Why would I tell you what I’m going through?? I don’t even know what I’m going through! So why be a burden). So in addition to asking, pay attention to them–what they do, any slight changes. Don’t lose a good friend emotionally or physically because you didn’t invest in paying attention to them.

@Sircharlesthepoet

Tinder Chronicles

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I see all the trauma
She has overcome
The manifestation of beauty
She’d made sure to become;
The light, art, joy and glory
That’s to come.

Hearing my heart, as it tells me
It would give up anything to be with you.
We are ready to give up everything.
For you to call us yours;
Call this dream ours.

And that’s dangerous. It always is.
You look like a girl I’d give up everything for,
Just for you to be mine.
You be Mine.

“Love” creates this false perception that
People can be—become your property.
And we’ve all owned into it. So, I guess that’s why
The past has been hectic, drama, a lie
Confused.

These thoughts go through my mind
As I tap
Tap, and tap.

@Sircharlesthepoet

My Black So Beautiful

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My black so beautiful,
Even through all these funerals

It’s more alive than you,
More spirited than anything;
More woke than your 3-day resurrection.

They’ll try to turn us down. Turn us against each other
Be unattractive to our own

But the ugly is in them.

They tell us about places of graves
Then take us to death.
Tell us to turn it down, or they’ll become [our] deaf(th)

But our life line is still more brilliant than theirs.

While their ancestors are the causes and reasons of why
This world boils in mayhem
We draw strength and courage from the spirits of ours.

So each time we get knocked down,
Our resilience will make the loudest of sounds
Break the ground. Stand back up.

On that same day.

@Sircharlesthepoet

I MET RUPI KAUR!!!

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Tonight, like a regular Monday night, I pulled up at the Bowery Poetry Club to warm my soul with some Poetry. While observing the crowd, I saw her. Looking at her, I thought, “ummmmmm (x1000000), she looks familiar 🤔” then, “ummmmmm, she looks like Rupi Kaur”. I pondered on it some more then concluded, “naahhh, Rupi Kaur is taller than that”…but man, moments passed and I just couldn’t shake the thought. So I turned to the Bowery Poetry interns and manager, and whispered, “y’all, is that Rupi Kaur???” Confused, the manager responds, “nnoooo” with certainty. I replied, “but she looks sssssooooo much like Rupi!!” At that, he said, “well, go ask her, man”. So, collecting all the courage and strength in my youthful body, I pulled up on her with a, “hey, you look A LOT like Rupi Kaur”. At that, she replied with a smile, “I am Rupi Kaur.” I froze. Then exploded with, “omg! You’re Rupi Kaur!!! Wait, YOU DO KNOW YOU’RE RUPI KAUR, RIGHT?? Like you’re famous-famous!” Then I blabbered and fanboyed some more, and we took a quadrillion selfies!
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Tis was a good night, y’all.