Dessaline's Daughter
Sometimes, I can still hear the drumming Far away bass in the stillness of the night I can hear them too, their hypnotic chant Celebrating and proclaiming their adoration For the spirits who have and continue to protect us, Descendants of a nation stolen from their homes Enslaved against their wills, with traditions tarnished by a cruel master We remember who got us through Our Loas, Our spirit guides Imploring them to remember us, their humble servants Their melodic rhythm shake the ground beneath our feet, Mambos and Ougans coming together Reminding us that the Baron can give just as easily as he can take For we are descendants of Dessalines, Koupe tet, boule caye And we know that our destiny is bigger than what He could ever have imagined. |
Author: Venus Noirre is a Black (of Haitian descent), queer sex worker and writer currently living on the Lekwungen and W̱SÁNEĆ territories. After many years working as a community art organizer and in communications, this fluffy Dom has decided to publish her stories and is currently working on her first book; sharing stories about being fat, Black and a Dominatrix.