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To Viola

In the closing scene of the fourth episode of How to Get Away with Murder, Viola Davis' character Annalise Keating removes her wig, eyelashes and wipes away her makeup, staring at herself in the mirror. This powerful scene has stayed with me ever since...

To Viola, As I write these lines, Shame courses through my veins, Clawing beneath my skin Sending my heart into a frenzied dance How do I articulate the sensation Of witnessing your revelation? Bare. You stood before us Stripped of the armor The façade we so carefully craft It felt like stumbling upon A hidden wound A stranger’s nakedness, The discomfort, the shock Of recognizing…

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A "scholasticide" has been happening in Haiti

I published my first piece for the diaspora column of Stabroek news, a Guyanese newspaper. In it, I talked of the systemic destruction of education in Haiti, driven not only by recent gang attacks on schools but also by a history of social inequality.

Check out the article here

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De la nécessité de mettre les sciences humaines au service du développement d’Haïti

Reprenant un texte initialement publié en 2017, je suis surprise de constater à quel point mes réflexions, bien que mûries, restent ancrées dans les mêmes préoccupations, notamment sur la nécessité de la remise en question des modèles de développement...

Initially published here on December 1st, 2017 En ce 21ème siècle, chacun a au moins une petite idée vraie ou fausse sur ce que sont les sciences humaines. A travers le monde, elles sont souvent considérées à la fois comme très prestigieuses mais aussi comme des tergiversations inutiles. Par année, on dispose presque dix fois plus de fonds pour des recherches en sciences naturelles en génies et…

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Innocence

Dear Subscribers, Get ready to embark on an emotional journey of self-discovery with this latest short story release that explores the theme of lost innocence in a world filled with silences and expectations. TW: Masturbation, familial violence, slurs

Tay looked up at the clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock, it went. Grounding her in her new reality. There had been a breach, she knew that. Knew that the time to come would bear no resemblance with what preceded. Her world had been shaken to its foundations, the pillars of her existence had crumbled down into rubbles on top of which she was forced to kneel down, bracing herself for the aftershocks. No…

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CARREFOUR-FEUILLES WIL NOT FALL

My recent trip to Brazil confronted me with the fact that when I was there last August, I received news that gangs had invaded Carrefour-Feuilles, my childhood neighborhood, forcing my family to leave. It took me a while to be able to write about this...

“If things turn sour, continue to live for us both. I love you, sis.” Source: RTVC I woke up in São Paulo to this heart-wrenching message on August 13th, 2023. In that instant, my world completely shattered, and I have struggled ever since to keep its pieces together. My eyes welled up with tears as I began wailing uncontrollably, my heart racing faster than I ever thought possible. Her voice.…

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M pa gen cheve

Hi everyone! It's been a while. This one is quite personal. It's my first try writing in my mother tongue Haitian Creole. A loose translation in English can be found below😊

Mpa gen cheve Cheve m kannèl Cheve m pa bèl M toujou tande moun ap di Yo di si cheve m te bat anba dèyè M tap telman fyè Se tèt anlè m tap mache Eske sa vle di m oblije rete tèt bese Eske m oblije chanje Eske fom rayi moun mwen ye Paske gen moun ki panse m te ka mye Cheve swa se bote Yo toujou di Lè l lage sou do w, li leve figi w Kiyes ki pa anvi bèl Ki pa ta anvi moun di l…

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Anchorage

Teenage me was so cheesy but love is timeless...❤

You speak You laugh I look at you There’s nothing else in this world But your laughter breaching the silence And your voice playing along The frenzied beating Of my heart I look at you And I laugh too Life is sweet I tell myself It is when you speak It is every time I see you I feel like singing But I only have sheets to fill To overflow with every moment near you Stolen from…

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Is it me?

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