Twòp poum pale/Too much for me to say

23 01 2011

Mezanmi, kitem rakontew.

Aprè 12 janvye fin pase

Tout moun te konprann ke ayisyen ta pral chanje

Ke lape ta pral renye.

Lèm byen gade bagay la vin pi dejenere

Se chak koukouj klere pou jew

Yo toujou di ke jèn se avni yon peyi

Genlè se pa pou Ayiti.

Paske okenn otorite pa janm voye je gade

jan yap depafini.

Yo lage nan lari san zanmi

San fanmi

E menm san zabri.

Kanta lidè yo menm

Y’ap goumen pou pouvwa.

Pa gen youn nou te ka gen yon ti lafwa.

Tout gen menm objektif

Plen pòch yo pou y’ale.

Suttttt, pa dim sutttt, m pap pe fòm pale

Gason renmen pale fanm mal twòp

Men genlè bliye si se nou

Menm ki manman yo

Sè yo

Marenn yo

Matant yo

Madanm yo

Epi sa pa anpeche yo di sou nou ni maltrete nou

Lè yo bezwen fanm

Yo di tout pawòl

Yo relel “mi amòl.”

Yo pale pi rèd pase moun kap preche retou kris

Jis pou yo jwenn yon ti alsiyis

Lè yo fini se gadew gade, ou wè do yo ki prale

Ou ta rele

Men w oblije pe paskew pa vle simaye

Mesye

Nou jwenn taktik la

Kanta FFD pap gen sa a.

— METELLUS Gerty

** FFD = “fin fè demake”

*************************************************************************

Too much for me to say

My friends, let me tell you.

After January 12,

Everyone thought we Haitians were going to change.

That peace could not be denied.

But the way I see things, it’s further degenerated

Everybody’s just looking out for himself.

They always say “The youth is a country’s future.”

It seems that’s not so for Haiti.

Because no authority has ever come to see

How our young people are falling apart.

They are loose in the streets, friendless,

Without family,

Even homeless.

While the country’s leaders

Just fight for power

There’s not a single one to have faith in.

They’ve all got the same goal:

To fill their pockets and get away.

“Shhhh.”  Don’t tell me “shhhhh!”  I won’t be silent; I must speak.

Men like to speak ill of women

But it seems they’ve forgotten

That it is us who are their mothers

Their sisters

Their godmothers

Their aunts

Their wives.

But that doesn’t stop them from talking about us or mistreating us.

When they need a woman,

They’ll say anything.

They’ll call you “Mi amor.”

They’ll talk with all the force of someone preaching Christ’s return

Just to make you hiss and moan.

But when they’ve finished, just you wait and watch

You’ll see them turn their backs and run away.

You would call after them,

But you have to stay silent because you don’t want to use yourself up.

Boys

We’re onto your tricks.

As for “FFD,” you can forget about it.

— METELLUS Gerty

*** FFD = “fin fè, demake” (“hit-and-run,” or leaving without saying goodbye after sex)


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