Poor People Like Me

"Poor People Like Me!"

It has always been my dream to go back to Haiti and build a business there but I've been thinking...

I was born poor...

I grew up poor...

I am still poor...

I want to be rich one day...

But looking at how poor people like me have no respect for other poor people like me who are trying to better their lives by building a business, I am having second thoughts...

Knowing that poor people like me who spend 20, 30 years sweating and working overtime in the United States to build a nice house in Haiti so other poor people like me can trash it, I am having second thoughts...

Seeing how poor people like me are vandalizing the businesses built from the sweat and blood of other poor people like who are just tired of being poor and decide to work hard so that one day "Yo ka rive", so that one day their kids can have a future, I am having second thoughts...

It's better to be poor in America than to be rich in Haiti

I am not rich... But I want to be... Some day...

Why can I not be rich in my own country?

Why can I not be successful in my own country?

I know why...

Because other poor people like me... they just can't let me go...

So every time I try to better myself so that I can be somebody so that one day I can do something really big so that one day I can help other poor people like me... Poor people like me get scared and they knock me down.

They want me to stay down there...

They want me to be poor like them...

What a shame!

I had such bid dreams...

Dreams that could benefit all the poor people like me...

Now I have to start all over again!

This is dedicated to all the people in Haiti whose businesses have been vandalized.

I am Woodring Saint Preux and I said it.

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De De says...

PICTURE ME A WOMAN WHO WAS BORN IN HAITI, BROUGHT TO AMERICA BY MY PARENTS WHEN I WAS 3 YRS OF AGE.I GREW UP HEARING ABOUT MY COUNTRY, FALLING IN LOVE WITH MY COUNTRY.

LONGING TO GO BACK ONE DAY AND DO SOME REALLY BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I WISHED THAT I WAS RAISED THERE BECAUSE I FELT LIKE I MISSED OUT ON SO MUCH OF MY CULTURE, MY PEOPLE, MY ROOTS.

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