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Partically most of her childhood days
Were spent in Haiti, a once strong nation,
Until a revolutionary month alters her in many ways;
Her parents long to flee with deternation
To America, the critical land where all are free,
But the previous refuges were not simple,
Because many were caught prior their flee;
So she and her parents went to the temple.

Thanking and praising God for his mercy,
Then, they beseeched to Jesus for his grace
As they'll approach times to see they are worthy
To transcend the obstacles that they shall face
In the long voyage to become America's new free;
They strategically plot to flee at dusk
With an uncertain time meet unison around three,
But six people made a senselessly tumultuous fuss.

While they were gathering on the boat so small,
They were Haitian soldiers coming from a mist
Shooting at the boat and killing people before they fall
Into the filthly green ocean which smelled like rancidness;
They started with thirty-six and left with only twenty
Off the coast and amongst the gigantic Atlantic;  
Although, aspiring refugees died, there still were plenty
And some who were on board were frantic.

There were people were scratching, crying
And utilizing a set of cups for salty drink and bowel;
As you look toward the center eight were dying.
Who were very much old and etremely senile;
Once the cries and prayers had come to subside;
There were a stillness and repulsively foul smell,
Because many from the Haitian revolt troupe had died
And you could not help but to discern tell.

The girl at the age of only five,
Ask her parents how longer would it take;
Her mother whispered to be glad to be alive
And the father pray that it was no mistake
And he hushed before kissing her forehead,
Because he truly wanted to assure
His little girl no reason to be afraid
And to be very strong and secure.

As they unhesitantly reached a few days,
There were only minute miles to land
And but only few would see due to the craze
Which took the lives of those who lent a hand;
No other girl witness the thing that she saw;
She was young and she has seen it all
In the smallest month of the year to rebel the law;
She was taciturn and didn't speak when appalled.

Finally, they came the land of U.S. turf;
However, the coast guards were in the very horizon
With an arsenal to question their worth;
Yet, they were few who had thanked God for surviving
And osculated over the American ground;
Then, there was girl's reluctant to arrest father
Who they are gave to the sanguine hound;
He should have known going in his pocket was a bother,

Even if it was for Haitian revolt letter;
They shot the naive yet compassionate man;
The mother run to him to make him feel better,
But she caught a seizure and all fail to understand
That the girl's parents were both gone
And never had partaken the things that she had seen;
If she spent her first day in America in jail all alone,
Then wasn't her first impression of America mean?

On the contrary, she may was young but she was smart;
She did what her father told her before his death,
She was five years and was so strong at heart
That she never did utter under her own breath
Of her version of what happen during her lost youth;
Her childhood was stolen by the Haitian life,
And early adulthood was started in jail as proof
If being free is for what you try to strive.