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~Travel Journal entitled Se Bet Ou Ye chronicling my journey back home to Haiti after 10 years away. Currently looking for a publisher. 

 

Se Bete ou ye.(You are a Beast)
Marie Michaelle
Copyright July 2010
 
They beat me and they beat me and they beat me
Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am not human.
Se bet ou ye!
 
They say my dark skin reminds them of the  ugliness and the color that sealed them to this fate. So it becomes me that they hate.
They told me I’d never amount and would never count
They gave me no access took away my passes.
 
They beat me and they beat and they beat me
Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am minimal 
Se bet ou ye!
 
They say the nap in my hair reminds them of the knots from the ropes and the links from the chains. That my accent reminds them of  the pain. They say my songs are the chants they had to recite Late in the night when the rest of the world couldn’t hear. My voodoo sound is what they fear.  My walk makes them think that death is near.
 
They beat me and they beat me and they beat me.
They say I am animal I am animal I shouldn’t exist
 
Haiti shouldn’t exist
Is a burden
A sore in the universes side
The secret of our nation we hide.
 
Our country shoulda been demolished at 7.0
Shoulda disappeared when they wouldn’t let the exports go
Shoulda cease to exist during Papa Docs reign
Should died a long time ago due to slave labor pains
 
 
No matter how many times they beat
Ayiti paka accepte defeat.
Matter not if help comes 
Ayiti touju ap produce belle fum.
Yo met eseye craze nu
Me nu pap morie
Haiti will never die
As we stand one nation under one I(eye)
 

Se Bet Ou Ye.(You are a Beast)

Marie Michaelle

Copyright July 2010

 

They beat me and they beat me and they beat me

Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am not human.

Se bet ou ye!

 

They say my dark skin reminds them of the  ugliness and the color that sealed them to this fate. So it becomes me that they hate.

They told me I’d never amount and would never count

They gave me no access took away my passes.

 

They beat me and they beat and they beat me

Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am minimal 

Se bet ou ye!

 

They say the nap in my hair reminds them of the knots from the ropes and the links from the chains. That my accent reminds them of  the pain. They say my songs are the chants they had to recite Late in the night when the rest of the world couldn’t hear. My voodoo sound is what they fear.  My walk makes them think that death is near.

 

They beat me and they beat me and they beat me.

They say I am animal I am animal I shouldn’t exist

 

Haiti shouldn’t exist

Is a burden

A sore in the universes side

The secret of our nation we hide.

 

Our country shoulda been demolished at 7.0

Shoulda disappeared when they wouldn’t let the exports go

Shoulda cease to exist during Papa Docs reign

Should died a long time ago due to slave labor pains

 

 

No matter how many times they beat

Ayiti paka accepte defeat.

Matter not if help comes 

Ayiti touju ap produce belle fum.

Yo met eseye craze nu

Me nu pap morie

Haiti will never die

As we stand one nation under one I(eye)

 

 

 


VSe Bete ou ye.(You are a Beast)
Marie Michaelle
Copyright July 2010

They beat me and they beat me and they beat me
Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am not human.
Se bet ou ye!

They say my dark skin reminds them of the  ugliness and the color that sealed them to this fate. So it becomes me that they hate.
They told me I’d never amount and would never count
They gave me no access took away my passes.

They beat me and they beat and they beat me
Cause they say I am animal I am animal I am minimal 
Se bet ou ye!

They say the nap in my hair reminds them of the knots from the ropes and the links from the chains. That my accent reminds them of  the pain. They say my songs are the chants they had to recite Late in the night when the rest of the world couldn’t hear. My voodoo sound is what they fear.  My walk makes them think that death is near.

They beat me and they beat me and they beat me.
They say I am animal I am animal I shouldn’t exist

Haiti shouldn’t exist
Is a burden
A sore in the universes side
The secret of our nation we hide.

Our country shoulda been demolished at 7.0
Shoulda disappeared when they wouldn’t let the exports go
Shoulda cease to exist during Papa Docs reign
Should died a long time ago due to slave labor pains


No matter how many times they beat
Ayiti paka accepte defeat.
Matter not if help comes 
Ayiti touju ap produce belle fum.
Yo met eseye craze nu
Me nu pap morie
Haiti will never die
As we stand one nation under one I(eye