Child of Haiti, child of dust,

rocky paths and mountain shade,

burros carrying your cooking sticks

and hunger stalking your nights.

 

Child of Haiti, child of dust,

sugarcane smiles and tears of pain

wasted hours without school 
or jobs or pay.

 

Child of Haiti, child of dust,

clogged market streets 
and burdens carried for miles 

. . . and centuries. 

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Child of God, child of dust, 

simple faith in better days

and heaven's platters

full of food. 

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Child of God, child of dust, 

invisible in your misery

. . . and your beauty.

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Child of Haiti, child of God, 

teach me how to hold your hand.

"mwen fanmi" (my family)

teach me how to be your sister.