© Musue N. Haddad
From the moment you held me,
You've been in my dreams, thoughts
That's because you've captured my heart
I always wonder if you feel the same
So when you say I'm special
It makes me love you more
And to say to you, my dear
Capture me, and let me stay forever
In your arms and in your heart
Let me tell you a little secret
Do you know when you hold me
Or when I stand close to you
My heart beats faster and faster
It melts when you whisper to me
Sometimes I want to scream aloud
Shout you to the world, my dear
Write your name in the sky
Dance with you on the rainbow
Let me whisper to you, my dear
My every heart beat says I want you
Ask all the birds and they will tell you
That you are always on my mind
And sing of you every day, my dear
So come close; whisper to me
Let me feel your breathe
Hold me; tell me how you feel
Promise to be with me always
Because you're special to me
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Jah's Response to Musue's "July 26th"
By:Dennis Jah aka Gbakukenju
Boogie Boogie Boogie
I love to dance, I want to dance
But for what? Independence Day?
Independent from what?
From foreign rule? No we aren’t
I still see foreign troops keeping our peace
And foreign jafay keeping us alive
You no body unless you travel abroad
Political independence? Not really
We are still not free politically
Only one group can really be head
They still rob Peter to pay Paul
Economic independence? No way!
It is still smell no taste
Monkey works baboon draws
Everyone for himself, God for us
From kpablee to Nepuenklee,
From Trugbor to Tenebur
Broken faces, dried skins and empty bags
Burst trousers, patched pahpah and gyc
Aren’t really feeling independent
How can they celebrate Independence?
How can they shake it way, way down?
When deep down their deflated bellies
They feel dependent and economically in captivity
Boogie Boogie Boogie
I love to dance, I want to dance
But for what? Independence Day?
Independent from what?
From foreign rule? No we aren’t
I still see foreign troops keeping our peace
And foreign jafay keeping us alive
You no body unless you travel abroad
Political independence? Not really
We are still not free politically
Only one group can really be head
They still rob Peter to pay Paul
Economic independence? No way!
It is still smell no taste
Monkey works baboon draws
Everyone for himself, God for us
From kpablee to Nepuenklee,
From Trugbor to Tenebur
Broken faces, dried skins and empty bags
Burst trousers, patched pahpah and gyc
Aren’t really feeling independent
How can they celebrate Independence?
How can they shake it way, way down?
When deep down their deflated bellies
They feel dependent and economically in captivity
Monday, July 25, 2011
Happy July 26th!
© Musue N. Haddad
Hip, hip, it’s July 26!
So I say to all of you,
White, blue collar workers
Farmers, layman, laborers
Our friends, families
And compatriots, I say
Happy Independence Day!
On this special day
Come together as one
Keep alive our dreams
Work as a great team
My people, your people
From Mount Wuteve
To the Putu Range
Along the coastal plains
Near mangroves and swamps
And deep in the rainforest
Come together as one
And let’s celebrate
Our day, the Liberian way
Salsa, drums beats, aloud
Kick our feet in the dust
Boogie the sun down
Shake it way, way down
Blow up firecrackers.
Light up the Liberian sky
It’s Independence Day.
Let the Lone Star fly high
We’re all one people
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Hip, hip, it’s July 26!
So I say to all of you,
White, blue collar workers
Farmers, layman, laborers
Our friends, families
And compatriots, I say
Happy Independence Day!
On this special day
Come together as one
Keep alive our dreams
Work as a great team
My people, your people
From Mount Wuteve
To the Putu Range
Along the coastal plains
Near mangroves and swamps
And deep in the rainforest
Come together as one
And let’s celebrate
Our day, the Liberian way
Salsa, drums beats, aloud
Kick our feet in the dust
Boogie the sun down
Shake it way, way down
Blow up firecrackers.
Light up the Liberian sky
It’s Independence Day.
Let the Lone Star fly high
We’re all one people
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
This Child, Under the Clouds
© Musue N. Haddad
This child’s face sometimes black
White, yellow, chocolate brown
Sun’s ray always bright
In those eyes, dazzling bright
Everyday story of a little boy
True story of a boy once bright
Unfolding, but with fright
Boy whose birth was celebrated
Face once shone with joy, lighted
Now gravely dampened, clouded
Innocence like my child, and yours
Like every child, this little boy
Born with greatness; a genius
The truth we know
Way of living steals the geniuses
Smiling, pure angelic face
Like my own child, precious
And the child you adored
Then one day, devotion faded
Love slowly withered, cheerless
Mommy stopped listening
“Mommy, Daddy,” this child called
Again and again, over again
His own childlike voice came back
At four years, little child threw a fit
Kicked, screamed, called out louder
Still, Mommy and Daddy didn’t hear
Too busy, distant to their little boy
They cured little boy, not with hugs
Pressed down his tiny throat
Prescribed Anti Psychotic drugs
Volumes, infused in his body system
Now, he’s nine years old; controlled
Handsome, but eyes dull, dreary
Mind blank, bare and stultified
Creativity destroyed, glass-eyed
“Mommy, Mommy,” Daddy, Daddy”
Wordless cries ignored, always
Little boy sobbed as the drugs travels
Down his tiny throat, he wriggles
Slithered through his esophagus
In his stomach, twirled, rock around
Drugs soften; then slowly liquefied
Passed on into blood, circulates
Bubbles into brain, body system
Hear the pounding, crushing sounds
Demise of potentials, dreams shattered
And this innocent boy sits alive
Yet stone dead to this world
Pasty from anti psychotic drugs
One more innocent life crudely robbed
Now a drug-ladened rag doll
Powerful smashing of love in the vein
Tears of shattering dreams
The deep roots of absurd pains
And the trails of tears remain
In the skies of the universe
This child’s path marked by darkness
He lingered his days under the sky
This boy’s dream, another shattered!
And another love lost
Silent tears falling on my heart
For this child under the clouds
Author’s note: Special thanks to Mrs. Justy Blackwell-Satterthwaite, and Latrell Leonard for their listening ears during the composition of this poem.
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
This child’s face sometimes black
White, yellow, chocolate brown
Sun’s ray always bright
In those eyes, dazzling bright
Everyday story of a little boy
True story of a boy once bright
Unfolding, but with fright
Boy whose birth was celebrated
Face once shone with joy, lighted
Now gravely dampened, clouded
Innocence like my child, and yours
Like every child, this little boy
Born with greatness; a genius
The truth we know
Way of living steals the geniuses
Smiling, pure angelic face
Like my own child, precious
And the child you adored
Then one day, devotion faded
Love slowly withered, cheerless
Mommy stopped listening
“Mommy, Daddy,” this child called
Again and again, over again
His own childlike voice came back
At four years, little child threw a fit
Kicked, screamed, called out louder
Still, Mommy and Daddy didn’t hear
Too busy, distant to their little boy
They cured little boy, not with hugs
Pressed down his tiny throat
Prescribed Anti Psychotic drugs
Volumes, infused in his body system
Now, he’s nine years old; controlled
Handsome, but eyes dull, dreary
Mind blank, bare and stultified
Creativity destroyed, glass-eyed
“Mommy, Mommy,” Daddy, Daddy”
Wordless cries ignored, always
Little boy sobbed as the drugs travels
Down his tiny throat, he wriggles
Slithered through his esophagus
In his stomach, twirled, rock around
Drugs soften; then slowly liquefied
Passed on into blood, circulates
Bubbles into brain, body system
Hear the pounding, crushing sounds
Demise of potentials, dreams shattered
And this innocent boy sits alive
Yet stone dead to this world
Pasty from anti psychotic drugs
One more innocent life crudely robbed
Now a drug-ladened rag doll
Powerful smashing of love in the vein
Tears of shattering dreams
The deep roots of absurd pains
And the trails of tears remain
In the skies of the universe
This child’s path marked by darkness
He lingered his days under the sky
This boy’s dream, another shattered!
And another love lost
Silent tears falling on my heart
For this child under the clouds
Author’s note: Special thanks to Mrs. Justy Blackwell-Satterthwaite, and Latrell Leonard for their listening ears during the composition of this poem.
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
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