Two Worlds
She warned me of snow, muggers, homesickness, racism, alien cards, and that I would have to learn to speak English.
Port au Prince to New York City
microcosm
exiled
dyaspora
What do you know, you’re a dyaspora?! A zombie, who in the midst of the endless political discussions on right and wrong was not allowed to disclose the bad things she swallowed.
Haitian American
solidarity
disconnection
Your parents speak to you in KreyĆ²l, you respond in English, and somehow this works and feels natural.
You know the names of Haitian presidents and military leaders because political discussions inevitably erupt whenever there are more than three Haiti men together in the same place. It takes forever to kiss every cheek and you study about the Indians in social studies but you do not study about Black Americans except in music class where you are forced to sing Negro spiritual as a concession to your presence.
Children of the poor always have dark skin.
I would bow my head down and accept these judgments.
A zombie is someone who has lost her soul, her will, her good angel.
It has to stop.
Resource: Edited by Edwidge Danticat, (2001). the butterfly’s way: Voices from the Haitian dyaspora in the United States. SOHO.