I would rather be the villain
I would rather be the villain, you seebecause they are the ones who know true painthe kind that’s lit into rage and incinerates. I would rather be the villain, you see but I have met love.He presented himself to me…
Fritzinie Lavoile
Fritzinie Lavoile is a young and gifted Haitian poet and author whose literary talent transcends age, reflecting wisdom that lies beyond her years. Her debut poetry collection, "Ruminative Words," was unveiled in 2022. Her latest masterpiece, "Haitian Views Through the Glass House" graces shelves in 2024, firmly establishing Fritzinie as a poet with a unique voice.
Her enthusiasm for reading quotes grew into a love of wordplay and creativity. Poetry allows her to express her vulnerability while also taking ownership of the difficulties she has overcome. She wishes to assist others in becoming the best versions of themselves by sharing the lessons she has learned.
Writing poetry has always been her safety net, catching her when she is at her lowest or at her highest. She hopes that her book will assist you in finding a safe space within yourself. And inspire you to be your own safety net.
One Sound
As we walk along the pavementand feel the breeze blow on us.We encounter each otherthrough the foundation.Rocky or smooth,dirt roads or concrete.Promenading to the park, office, school, or factory.That foundation connects bridges from across the sea.Grows trees from around the…
Money, Is it You Savior or Condemnor
Is it the keyOr the chains To freedom.The cureOr the diseaseTo what everyone seems to be infected with.The microphone that amplifies voices.Or the stitch sewn into the lips.The iceberg to the titanic that carries the world.The wood that flames the pits…
The Power of Me
Tell me that my one voice will start a choir chanting so loud that it brings silence to whispers of fear and doubt. that my tears will melt into streams of rivers tides of oceans waves of hurricanes that break…
Let Us Celebrate Black Excellence
I remember the time I was scared to claim where I came from. Ashamed to speak the land of my ancestors. Afraid of the looks, laughs and giggles that I knew would surely follow. But now look at them- more…
New Poetry Collection!!
I’m incredibly humbled and excited to present my soul in writing form. Ruminative words, my first poetry collection Description:Are you on a path of progression, but you’re having difficulty letting go of the past or facing the unknowns of the…
Read poetry
5 Reasons to Get into Poetry It is the perfect time to reflect, set intentions, and embrace inspiration—and what better way to do that than through poetry? Here’s why diving into poetry this year can transform your perspective and spark…
Discover the Transformative Power of Haitian Views Through the Glass House
In a world filled with countless books, few possess the power to truly change a reader’s life. Haitian Views Through the Glass House by Fritzinie Lavoile is one such collection. With a masterful blend of poetry and prose, this work…
Book slump
Breaking the Reading Slump: How The Feast of Love Rekindled My Love for Stories Reading slumps are the worst. As someone who loves books, it’s frustrating when nothing seems to stick—when you open a book, read a few pages, and…
Start the year with poetry
As we dive into a brand-new year, there’s a sense of hope, excitement, and determination in the air. It’s the perfect time to set big goals, take bold steps, and work toward the dreams we’ve been nurturing. For me, 2025…
Friendships breaks hearts too
We often talk about heartbreak from relationshipsWhat about the heartbreak caused by a dear friendIf you ask me, that causes deeper trauma.With a romantic partner you almost expect it to end one way or another But we never seem to…
What’s Inside Ruminative Words
Poetry, Prose, and Art My debut collection, Ruminative Words, is more than just a book of poems. It’s a deeply personal journey that explores the complexities of identity, trauma, healing, and growth. Across 135 pages, I’ve woven together poetry, prose,…
The Haiti You Don’t Know
I don’t know the Haiti that you’ve all heard aboutSo allow me to introduce you to The Haiti that’s not on the news or your social media feedsThe Haiti that’s not trailing behind every charity eventI don’t think you’ve heard…
Ruminative Words Will Transform Your Life
The Power of Ruminative Words Searching for a book that goes beyond the surface and speaks directly to your soul? Ruminative Words will transform your life. This isn’t just another poetry collection—it resonates with universal human experiences. It offers you…
A Journey Through My First Poetry Collection
The Artist’s Dilemma: Falling Out of Love with Your Work As artists, it’s not uncommon to fall out of love with our work. We can lose passion for the creative process, feel detached from our writing, and even become critical…
Nature’s Melody: Finding Peace in the Echoes of the Earth
Faint But there EchoesNot quite clearWhat could it be?whispers from the trees from the branches to the leavesor humming from the ground hard to feelbut stilla soft glowing peaceas if the frogs were trying to sing along to a sound…
Braiding Generations: A Poetic Tribute to Haitian Heritage and Family Tradition
I recall the days when my grandma would come visit me in Haiti.We would sit beneath the hot sunwhere the gentle breezes blew.I would mold her silver hair with wrists that would twist,and fingers that’d weave cornrows like fine art.Her…
Overcoming Insecurities: Celebrating Inner Intelligence and Beauty
I remember when my background was just that Something that I would keep in the background Rushing to bury the foreign that flew off my tongue So they would not recognize that I was not of this land Praying my…
Melanin’s Triumph: Luxurious Black Beauty Unveiled
Well hidden in our complexionIs a treasure to beholdSecrets that will take you out of this dimensionBlack as the soil that sustainsGentle as droplets of rainSkin that continues to glow even when the sun has reached its highest pointMoisturized and…
Addiction and the Elusive Pursuit of Wholeness: A Poetic Reflection
We are all addicted to something that can ruin us. Temporary pleasures that still cannot make us whole. One more bite One more sip One more pull One more trip One more kiss One more time Just one last time…
Emotional Poetry: Love’s Compelling Affliction
Cold wind strikes my skin. Each gust hits me like sharp shards of glass. It attacks every inch of me. Cuts down to the bone and deep into my core. I fall numb to the pain as shivers turn me…
A Thread Connecting Three
What happens when the only thread two people share is their child?Regret simmers in the pot they use to brew resentment.Friction ignites a series of insults.That tension taints the word family.That child becomes a buffer, caught in the crossfire.Her innocence…
The Distinction between Poetry and Prose
When I first started writing, I struggled with distinguishing between poetry and prose. I would pour my thoughts onto the page, add some wordplay, and then format it into verse, believing that alone transformed it into poetry. But that’s not…
Miracle Women
I do not have to go searching far for strong women. I do not have to even look beyond my doorsteps to know the comfort of unconditional loveof women who did not carry me but taught me to understand the…
Timeless Love
May our love be like the branches on a tree… which not even the strongest of winds could break. May our love rise above obstacles… that block its path towards the light. May our love stretch its every inch as…
Being Black is my Superpower
See my color and see my struggle. Do not be blind to my troubles. See my hair and learn the roots from which they grew. See my breast and prize the milk that flows through. See my body and foster…
The Unpopular Dream
I have always imagined what it would be like to go camping, To spark up a fire and make up horror stories, To fall asleep amongst the stars, To be one with the dark blue sky. I have always imagined…
Buried Innocence
Where did she go? The girl with the smile whose length could run for miles. How deep did she go? How many layers of myself would I have to peel, to feel her skin? The girl who looked at life…
A Special Birthday Poem
If memories could be turned into letters,they would read like music is heard in the ears and magic is felt through the air.The details are not what are remembered, but the vibrations that unearth emotions.Similarly to growing in age, all…
Why Do I Hurt?
This rip in my spirit has been expanding for quite some time.I’m not sure how or when it started, but it’s getting harder and harder to hide. How do I prune to this garden filled with bruises and cut stems.…
One Month of “Haitian Views Through the Glass House” 📖✨
It’s been an incredible journey sharing my second poetry collection, Haitian Views Through the Glass House, with you all. Your support, feedback, and love have meant the world to me. 🌍💖 This book is a reflection of my love for…
Genesis
Rippling through my clothes, I feel the cold wind,Swimming on my skin creating its own rhythm.As if my body belong to it, it takes charge directing it.I gave myself willingly, as I fell Deeper, I felt every note strumming chords…
Finding Inspiration for Poetry and Overcoming Writer’s Block
Find inspiration everywhere: music, books, surroundings, emotions. Write freely, revisit work, embrace imperfections.
A Poetic Exploration of Subconscious Awareness
Even when my consciousness did not pick up on it Subconsciously I knew something wasn’t right.You see, sleep is my form of intimacy.If I could sleep next to you, that meant my soul trusted you.If I could sleep next to…
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Celebrating the second year of Ruminative Words!! Thank you for taking such good care of my soul in writing form <3 It has been truly surreal couple of years and I’m so so grateful for those of you who continue…
Choosing Myself: A Poem of Self-Prioritization and Healing
I am tired of making others feelings a priorityI choose meI choose my mental health.I choose to be selfish with my spirit. I will not belittle my emotions to make space for your comfort.Be uncomfortable for making me uncomfortable.For all…
Red Scars: A Poetic Confrontation of Boundaries
The power that I gave to you over me was never rightHow can I say I am a victim when I let it happenWhen I smiled and comforted you afterWhen I should’ve been yelling and running away from you I…
Making Music
You play sounds out of methat I never knew could be composed.I’ve always felt like a broken pianoOr a violin with the wrong strings.It turns out that I was mistaken. I was never meant to be mundane or subdued.Only a…
Rise With Me
Thoughts of you come together effortlessly I close my eyes and your Shadow invites itself in my mindWhen the light touch of your hand glazes my bodyOh so gracefully I sink into fantasiesThat won’t let me go following me Urging…
You’re On the Right Track
Everything happens for a reason. Every situation unfolds information. Every friendship reveals transformations. You are exactly where you are meant to be. You are the author of your own story. Yes, it was not your choice to begin this story.…
Strength
I am sitting on the grass pressing my body against the tree. Begging her to take me in. Begging her to harden my skin. But she refuses. She says: “Your skin is as tough as my trunk. It protects you…
Love through the Ages
The older I get The more apparent it becomes how adults are still like children looking for someone to love them. Contrary to popular wisdom, that need does not change with age.
Deep-Rest
Today I did something. I spent the day in bed. I’m not sure why, I was telling my body to get up but it wasn’t listening. I was telling it that I don’t want to waste so much of my…
Love through Mediums
She writes of him as though honey drools off her quill.A flavor awakening her deepest desires.He paints of her using the blood of his essence.It drips from his body.It exits out of every pore.They are both each other’s muse.One a…
Deception
What seemed to me like diamondswere only droplets of water reflecting light from the sun
I Press My Eyes
I press my eyes begging for tomorrow to come.The night insists on being a little longer teaching me the importance of longing.Of being patient.
Two Cracked Souls
We are two cracked souls patiently counting the days until they shatter.It’s our subconscious pulling us close, stacking all our bombs together in hopes of creating a greater explosion.The kind where shards of us continue to falllong after we are…
The Last Few Days
The last few days were so long.I did not know yet what was to come but I could feel it.The brightness of the world shined a little brighter.It was as though nature had a premonition of my departure.So the flowers…
If You Stay Silent
If you stay silent enough you can hear the earth screaming at us to ease up on it. Explore My Poetry CollectionWhile you’re here, why not take a closer look at my poetry collection? For more updates, behind-the-scenes content, and…
Take Me On A Trip
Take me on a trip to the darkest corners of your mind I’ll show you that yours is heaven compared to mine. Tell me the things you never dared to say aloud. Show me the things of which you are…
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