Dear America

Dear America,

I am an immigrant. I live in Vermont for the past 4 years of my life. Oftentimes I ran into meeting some white folks it feels like my first day in America. No, its neither the first one and wont be the last one. When you asked me where I am from, proud to tell you I am from Haiti. … When did I get here? is fine too, but stop here. When you asked ….how did I got here? it becomes intentional. You know I was not on the Mayflower that left England to America. I was on another boat and trip. Needless to tell the destination because y'all know. I can answer that question if you're willing to come sit on my table for a cup of hot tea. No, I don't owe you any answer. The last time I answered that question the person turned from pink to reddish greyish purple.

Black folks, I am not here to take your job, and also pretending to prove some better blackness. That is complete nonsense, BS, name it and call it. This America has a place for everyone. We all alive are blessed with 24 hours to breath. Now we choose what and how to spend it. Everything else like the system is a mental hook. There could be more to it, but here I choose to go beyond it.

Ending this note with gratitude to those who understand me without having to explain.

Til soon,