Frenc-Canadian-Creole

this is the true poetic story of my escape from Africa-America.*
-Kahlil Crauford de La Fontaine
* dedicated to mulatta-poeta-pioneeress, Jennifer E. Bowman

The Quebec border –
speaking English,
reading French –
subject of suspicion
a gorgeous officer
surrounded by French-Canadian
cowhands facing The Chief Exec,
now I'm turned away—

Returned a few days later-
made it 'cross the border
w/only $9 in American;
"oblivious" security trashed my ID
as I kissed a betraying America
"au revoir".
 
entering Montreal-
what 2 expect?:
la pointe d'entree
la piece de resistance
[Quebec is a place
of hidden anonymity].
 
re-learned The Alphabet
dans l'ordre supreme –
Bare Psychoes-
clean yet demented.
 
La Rue René Lévesque?
Is THIS Canada MARS?!?!?
les statutes et les statutes,
la volontaire d'histoire;
Benjamin Franklin seems SO OMNIPRESENTE!
 
les grandes rues,
les grandes rues,
HOW DA 'HELL' DID I SURVIVE?!?!?!
FOR "I'D RATHER 'DIE' DANS NOUVELLE FRANCE!!!!!!"
Laid my soul bare a le pied de la bibliotheque.

les grands rues, les grands rues
la vied de la rapide
 "Am I Bleu or Am I Violet?",

my daily enquiry as my external form remains the same…

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