Haiti
I saw a little girl walking down the street carrying her whole life in her head. I asked others for her name, they knew her only as ti madam. On second glance she was not a girl but a woman. She had all the desires of a girl and the passions of tigress. She was trapped by her circumstance, a creature of circumstance. Still a bird without flight, a butterfly in a cocoon, a young bribe without a lover. Her black waist long hair flowing down the mountains, an unexplored country, hidden in mystery. How I desire to explore … Continue readingHaiti