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A “scholasticide” has been happening in Haiti
It is clear that a “scholasticide” has been happening in Haiti. But I believe it is the culmination of a more sustained pattern of “slow death” of education in the country.
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A poem is an omen
April 28, 2022 Or you worry about big things What if they are not safe? What if they are not there waiting for you When you finally go back What if you find an empty house The echo of laughter that long vanished Rubbles where once love was April 28, 2024 Rubbles now scar hallowed…
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CARREFOUR-FEUILLES WILL NOT FALL
“If things turn sour, continue to live for us both. I love you, sis.” I woke up in São Paulo to this heart-wrenching message on August 13th, 2023. In that instant, my world completely shattered…
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We were young
We came from all over Dreaming of a better, Brighter future But who could really say Of what threads our tomorrows would be woven?
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Aren’t you happy (French-English version)
Ah! Cette solitude N’est-ce pas là Le prix qu’il te faut payer Pour des rues sûres, des villes-lumière Des cris qui parlent de bonheur Des nuits sans coups de feu
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A poem about an apple
What if I give in to the attraction pulling me down? What if the turbulences of my world disrupt my young days?
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It’s all falling apart
Speed writing at the Hyster-x writing residence on August 6th, 2022
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I once wrote love poems
Didn’t ask for flowers Or love songs My face plastered on your wall Or sweet nickname Along my number on your phone Didn’t ask you to love me The way I loved you
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Ideation
Chapter 1 Spiritually enriching Things tend to go away when you ignore them long enough, don’t they? At least that is what she kept telling herself. Because if she ever stopped to think, she would have to worry, to ask for help, to grapple with long buried things that she didn’t feel ready to stir…
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Joanna: English version
Here’s an imperfect translation of a story that I wrote when I was 14 years old. I remember being so proud of myself for writing it. It was for a competition where they give you the italicized part and you have to continue the story. I was so disappointed that I didn’t win that year.…
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JOANNA
J’ai écrit ce texte quand j’avais 14 ans. Je me souviens avoir été tellement fière de l’avoir écrit. C’était pour une compétition où on vous donne la partie en italique et vous devez continuer l’histoire. J’ai été trop déçue de ne pas avoir gagné cette année-là. Je ne sais pas trop quoi en penser maintenant…
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Bibil
How could the men we know be monsters? Monsters were creepy old dudes lurking in gloomy streets, preying on virginal girls. Not boys having sex with their girlfriends. Getting the friends involved was certainly questionable. But how could it be rape? The boys who befriended my family, who were at my house all the time,…
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These people we love
These people we love But that we cannot reach We feel the love boiling inside Feel that they are somehow a part of us A part of our story But sometimes the words fail us We struggle to meet them Across the gap of time Across the opportunities That made us different Made that our…
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A society and its women
“What’s the difference between menstrual blood and blood that is clean? What’s so disgusting about this blood?…You were born of this blood! It is cleaner than the blood of your own body!”
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For whom does the caged bird sing?
But when you fall, you’ll see You’ll hear them saying How you’ve set the fight back for your entire race.
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Aren’t you happy
Home is a killing ground At home, when you go out You might never come back
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Parlons-en: L’amie prodigieuse (La saga)
J’ai eu la chance de rencontrer une dame charmante il y a quelques années. C’était une féministe, la responsable d’une organisation de femmes. Elle m’a conseillé plusieurs livres et auteurs. Elle m’a surtout offert un exemplaire du premier tome de cette magnifique saga d’Elena Ferrante : L’amie prodigieuse. Je ne connaissais pas encore cette auteure.…
Bold and Mighty 