Home is often said to be where the heart is. Where my heart is needs to be helped…by its children.

Haiti is a country who fought to disengage itself from suffering and slavery to promote freedom, here and abroad. Independent from 1804 to these days, wait, no, is this true? Is it right?

Are we not, in a certain way, under the slavery of fear; under the slavery of an angry mob wanting the return of their political leader? Have we not been for years, since 1804, fighting for freedom; a right to free will and speech? A right to live without stress, anxiety, fury and tears?

Haiti, the first black independent republic is at a level where even its youth has lost faith, where its very own children, not that their lust for the country has faded away, have to leave and go.  When you sit back and wonder about “L’union fait la force” don’t you find it beautiful? Unfortunately, it has only been applied in acts of vandalism: Killing, kidnapping, stealing and burning.

How hard would it be to slightly step in and take in consideration what the person in front or next to you has to say? How hurtful would it be to stand together? How ashamed are you that it’s a child telling you this?

How long would it take to realize that; from elder to young one, we are all needed to help our mother land? Help and be willing to help with your heart and soul. Not escape to another country or sit back and watch, not complain or criticize? To put all of your energy into a country that you love; and make it safe for posterity. How hard would it be to be a complete nation? How long would it take? Another 200 and so years?

The time is critical; children carry guns just as well as men!  Our ancestors fought for us thinking we would take care of this country, and must be turned over in their graves. When you think of this aren’t’ you mad? I’m mad, it’s a mix of sadness and anger because I am young and I see plenty of adults who sit back and watch while others try hard and give all they have but get nothing in return. And I cry.

Yes I often cry for my country, some say my tears are unnecessary, others; that they are meaningless. I cry for our heroes; the ones who came, the ones I now see as heroes, and the ones who are probably, I hope, one day coming. I cry because if they have lost faith, if they do not succeed, who will?  If all of us get sent away by our parents, how are going to be Haiti’s future? Who will help this country?

As I am typing this, I sit back with a light Caribbean morning breeze brushing away my tears. It’s like Haiti’s caress to me; a woman scorned who found it in herself to console me all the while we are mistreating her.  I wonder when my turn will come to give everything I have and not get anything in return of accomplished.  Give all my strength and loose my flame like all the others?

A great man once said “ a house divided against itself cannot stand” Think about a whole country…a civil war…a blood bath.

I am young, I know. But I feel, I am happy, I am sad, I live and I suffer. I have the right to speak and be heard. So why am I not a value? Why hasn’t my message reached you?

Young People fear to express themselves. Sometimes ; just that, a word…a tear… a glance. Might make a difference. I hope I did.

I’m on my roof, the sun is setting down and everything seems just more magical surrounded by shades of golden yellow and fiery orange, everything seems more beautiful.  I think of a place where I’m home, a place where everyone is home. Safe and happy…my very own Utopia. Everyone’s utopias know neither death nor hunger, pain or sorrow, no heat no cold and most of all no jealousy or injustice.  Yes, well all have Utopias similar but never equal.

                     To me Utopia is a Dream where you can escape and wish for an ideal world. A world where the rain doesn’t make you think of the tears of 8 thousands citizens, a place where the earth doesn’t smell like blood, the air doesn’t reek of gun powder and your heart doesn’t skip a beat at night because you realized you made it through the day.

                     At times my utopia is Love, and it kneels to god so that men can stop fighting. One would grow wings and soar like a bird to steal stars from the sky …And one would be joy and sneak into the hearts of men just so they would find faith.

                     Every now and then my utopia is Faith and blank mountains are green again. Any source that has dried up provides again, In it I have the power to change anything I desire; banish all treason, make the sick healthy again…at my utopia, enslaved creatures taste freedom, I have the power to change all I want, Guns turn to toys, bad intentions and bitter feelings disappear, A child’s voice chases away the greatest pain, and a smile, the greatest evil. At my utopia, covered in its majestic blanket of red and orange, anyone hungry finds food

                     Sometimes My Utopia is Hope and the day chases away the night.   I don’t have to cry at night, and my country is not dying.  No ones has to lie and no one needs to believe in lies, we all could cry but we don’t. And hope remains our only guide.

                     From time to time my Utopia is courage because in my country there is misery here, killing and suffering there. After centuries of fighting for unity we still have a division. In my utopia we all stick together and the world is suddenly better.  Boys and girls all around the world sing the same song and the world goes in another path. Finally there is some unity.

                     I stand up, and walk into the arms of my mother she soothingly rubs my back. I smile at my father as he cooks our dinner. They know why I’ am up there every day, every sunset; For Love, for Faith, for Courage, for Hope. It’s the closest to my Utopia as I can get.

I was online today chatting up with one of my friends, whose screen name worried me , because she’s usually very happy and hopelessly romantic, I wanted to know what was wrong , and of course I couldn’t help myself . After talking to her , I realized that what I told her, millions of other people need to hear, read and know because everyone feels that way one day.
NTB: poupee* : means doll in french
She is : love is an illusion
I am : as long as ure ready…here we go.

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Aren’t you cynical!!?

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
I’m realistic, honey.

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
What happened?

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
With time I realized that love is just an illusion’

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Then why do ppl find Love ? Cuz they are crazy?

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
I don’t know how they do it but for me it never works Emma. Love is not for me lol

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Lol woman don’t talk! You’re too young to know, Gayou.
You have like 35 or 40 years more to go

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion Says:
Ah I dunno, But for the moment I gave up on love

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Well when we’re 16/ 17 true Love is never easy to find

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Hmm….

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Believe me, I should know.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
My next boyfriend will be my husband Lol

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Well then honey expecting to be a nun? Listen to me Angel, Listen to me once and for all Because what I’m going to tell you, Emmanuelle Elie Wouldn’t’ usually say it Ok babe?

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Ok

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Am I an illusion, are your brothers or parents an illusion is Tahlee an illusion? And think about what you’re going to answer, because honey… believe it or not these are the people who Love you. Not the kind of Love you’ll need in bed or to have kids with, but the kind of Love that will
die for you and Stick with you through thick and thin, Whether you’re married or not married, whether Ur heart is broken, whether Ur a virgin or not, this is real Love. Whether u got a boyfriend or not. You still got Love.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
…

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
And of course; Love of yourself.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Thanx Emma I really appreciate that

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
One day you’re going to find the Love you need to be married to, and trust me maybe he’ll make you cry and want to kill him, and you’ll yell at him every single day of your life, and you will be able to Love him or NOT Love him, but the trick will be; that you won’t want to NOT
love him.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
In the mean time you have to understand that; boyfriends DONT’ ALWAYS count in life, because, sometimes you don’t end up being married to them. But what matters is: To find the Love that you’ll want to cry and smile with (apart from family and friends). You have to SEARCH, That’s what boyfriends are for; they’re your searching time.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Thanx Em

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
You welcome poupee. Now if you tell anyone I’ll have to kill you. Emmanuelle Elie would never say anything like this.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Lol
Don’t worry about it
So how are u?

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Well I’m single and bored and loosing weight. And oh yeah I got a cold

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Wow!!
Lol
Poor babe!

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
Lol it’s ok. You know Gayou, sometimes I’m tough and sometimes I’m cynical and cold, I know. But life is far more of a bitch than I can be, believe me. And I know I’m only 17, and it’s weird that I say such things, but wow, things can happen to you and make everything seem self contradictory. But the thing is that somehow you still find it in you, to GO ON.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
I love you Manoue

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
That’s the point of everything; smiles all the way to tears.
So if you can’t smile, cry, and if you can’t cry force yourself to laugh it off because in life you can’t do anything else. Running away or giving up is never a choice.

Gayou love is like magic. But magic can sometimes be an illusion. Says:
Ya but sometimes you think it’s the only solution

As long as you’re alive, you’re good to go. Says:
You always feel like that. I think that, everyone thinks like that.
Its’ funny HOW everyone thinks they’re the only ones. But that’s not the case. And you want proof? every time you feel like that, go on the news or even better if u keep a journal go on to the most ANCIENT entry you can find and read up all the problems you had before you’ll realize that every time; you thought they were ENORMOUS and that YOU WERE the only one. But then hey…you went trough it, it was over before you knew it. You’ll see, no matter what problem u have now it passes baby girl. sometimes it goes away, and sometimes it doesn’t, sometimes it heals, and sometimes its an open wound ,Its not that Love is not for you; Its not that Love passed you by, It’s that you’re scared of it because you think you haven’t found it yet, Well guess what princess; imagine how many girls haven’t found Love yet and each and every single one of them is scared of loving? lol All we need to understand is that, our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, or un-lovable. Our deepest fear is that we are beautiful and beyond reach for any man. We ask ourselves who are we to be brilliant and beautiful or talented and fabulous. But honestly, who are we not to be? We tend to forget our value. So if you can’t be loved by a man, Love yourself and surely One day a man will love you for that. .. Just wait.

NOW I’M HUNGRY. GOT TO GO GIRL. But know this: “Me myself & I …oh and “My family and my friends” If I got that, I’m good to go”.