I'm from that
place of clear beaches,
pain, independence, government coups,
third world poverty,
coconuts, greatgrandma's mango tree,
the land of bloodlines and bloody streets,
street markets, and rum.
Where dogs run free and dirt roads are where you tread your feet.
I'm from that
"sak passe. nap boule. piti piti" meet and greet.
was never scared to rep my flag
even though i knew some folk would hate me
they tried to use and berate me
Now it aint so bad if you say you from
i remember back in the day
Shell Bank junior highschool
Sheepshead bay brooklyn
there i was
tall, skinny, NEVER matched, quiet, smart
great fodder for kids who have no damn soul
how the fuck you gon rep the ghetto but wanna tear folk down who got less?
you's ghetto rich if you can afford to get new jordans every month
i aint never had no jordans til 8th grade
now that may not seem like nothing
but have them kids tell it
it meant i was not worth living
my mom stopped doing my hair in 5th grade
didnt give me no instructions how to continue...
by the beginning of junior high
i basically had no damn hair on my head
(hence why onea them soul-less kids had the nerve to say
"I got more hair on my pussy than you got on ur head"
what the fuck did she want me to say?)
Now here's the thing
My dad was all bout that 'let what folk say slide off you'
If you know it ain't true
go bout ur bizness
wasnt nothing sliding off
what had happened was...
i figured the numbers and wasnt tryna play the odds
lil old me?
ok more like big ole me
i wasnt tyrna die
so i let shit go
(real deep shit here. i died a lil bit everyday tho son. Kids. man. no fuckin mercy)
then in seventh grade I got me some fashionable accessories
That's what my dumbass got for suckin my damn finger
Honestly i didnt get it
yes i was awkward and gangly and no-haired.lol and quiet and Haitian (yall know i love me some Haiti but them kids wasn't tryna let me educatem. I honestly was tryna hookem up with a history lesson, talkin bout Haiti was the first independent black nati-
and i didnt get to finish 'fore folk was like "Haitian booty scratcher"
scratch your ass once and folk won't let it go
im just bein stupid.lol)
but all that hate
so friggin unnecessary
I remember this one incident
There was this girl named Marie
short, dark, had even less hair than me
waiting on the special bus to leave from infronta the school
(no folk not that 'special'
This was a bootleg regular city bus that would stop at the junior high first then continue along the regular bus route)
so they start in on her
was dissin her and any typa kin to her they could think of
her momma, her uncle, her great grandaddy
then they started in on the Haitian thing
Now my heart was hurtin for her
i figured the numbers
it woulda been me and her against the whole bus
still tryna survive to see highschool atleast
so aint say shit
Chick got fed up
She got up like she aint give a fuck at all
son i was gettin ready for her to tellem off
then she said
"I'm not Haitian. I'm African"
all they said bout your ass
called your momma out her name
was talkin bout ur great grandaddy
and thats the only thing you wanna correct?
We folk in the African diaspora
We really need to get our shit together
you got pride in where you from
why you gotta knock the next man?
but why you wanna bring up voodoo everytime you wanna say something bout my fam
apparently you aint that scared
you still messin with me
This post is so not turning out how i had originally planned it
but that's aiight
ill hook that up tomorrow
I took some bootleg pics of the ole Haitian immigrant
ima put them up tomorrow
I aint gon front
I make fun of Haitian folk too
(Tell me why i saw this lady walkin down flatbush with a big ass suitcase balanced on her head and onea them plastic travel bags in each hand? I love my Haitian folk. I do. Lookin like she was headed to the marche to sell some goods)
I know it's in jest
but dont just roll up on me talkin all out the side of your face
we aint cool like that
I give you
Haitian vs Hooker
I know i posted this before
it still amuses me
Where yall folk from?
and if you from the mainland, tell me where your folk were from before they landed on Plymouth rock
or plymouth rock landed on them
Ever been there? (the land of your peoples that is)
Music: vernacular of the soul
Friday, March 14, 2008
I'm from that
Posted by dejanae at 12:06 PM