My country

My country, which is

filled with water, history ;

the land of Liberty,

is beautiful, I tell them.

But my stance, which is

weak from all the violence,

the blue stares,

their white teeth grinning at me,

says the opposite.


Mon pays, qui est

abondant en eau et en histoire ;

le pays de la Liberté,

est beau, je lui dis.

Mais ma posture, qui est


à cause de toute cette violence,

à cause de ces regards bleus,

et de ces dents blanches qui ricanent en me voyant,

dit le contraire.



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