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March 1, 2010

By: Lesley-Ann Brown

Today
I saw
Toussaint L’Ouverture
on
the train

He sipped
cider
& spoke French

His face
Sun
amongst
Snow.

He spoke
to ghosts
and spilled
liquor
for the
ancestors

He
broke
Out
finally
in English,

“I am
a Big
Man
in My
Country.

“In my
country
I have a
mercedes
benz…

“In my
country
they
cannot
even
put
me
in Jail…

then he looked
at me
squarely
and
said,
you do not
belong
here…

“I do not
belong here…

to all
others
you fit
the bill,
but to me
Toussaint,
I see
you &
the way
you cup
your dreams
in your hand
like a
hummingbird
its wings

broken &

“problem is
Toussaint
is
they
don’t
know
who
You
Are.

Even
though
I
do.

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