Windy City Poems of Lust & Desire

The Book


I created Windy City Poems of Lust & Desire (A passionate or overmastering longing or craving) from raw truth. These 46 poems and 5 pictures included in my first book take you through an explicit journey of lust and desire. I introduce you to an uninhibited part of you on the very first page you see which is the cover of Windy City: Poems of Lust & Desire where unknown direction is accepted as order. By the time you close my book ending your ride with the final picture on the back cover you will have taken the well deserved journey of your erotic lifetime. Keep this book under your pillow, on your bookshelf, in the closet or in the living room on the table as a display of your human side. As real as it gets when no one is watching the weather.

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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