Flose speaks at Sun-Sentinel Sponsored THRIVE event

Haitian-born poet, public speaker, and spoken-word artist Flose Boursiquot spoke at the Sun-Sentinel newspaper’s THRIVE event on Saturday, August 4th. The event took place at the W Hotel in Fort Lauderdale ahead of THRIVE’s wellness retreat scheduled to take place in October with a special appearance from Keynote Speakers, Bill & Giuliana Rancic.

Flose read select poems from both of her collections, Close Your Eyes, Now Breathe (2017) + loudmouth (2018). Among audience favorites, was a piece titled Mama’s Hands which detailed the relationship Flose has with her mother and the unique relationship both women have with hair.

Before sharing a piece written after Malala Yousafzai, a Pakistani activist whose organization Flose is partnering with this fall, Flose took a survey of the room. “Raise your hand if you know who Malala is,” she asked the audience. Though most hands went up, there were a few who did not. Flose took the opportunity to detail Malala’s efforts in Pakistan before the Taliban shot her at age 15 and explained to the audience why the 21-year old Nobel Peace Prize winner is her role model. She then went on to perform March On Sister with gripping emotion.

To close out, Flose shared an empowering piece about uplifting women titled I am “Giant Woman.” from loudmouth, her second collection.

Flose credits her success to saying no to fear more than two years ago and making the decision to finally self-publish her first collection; something she wanted to do for more than five years.

Keep up with Flose through her bookings page and purchase her work on Amazon, at The Book Cellar in Lake Worth, Poetic Justice Books & Arts in Port St. Lucie, and in select Barnes & Noble stores.

I only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me
in the moment they solidify and i try to make play-dough instead of letting the movie play.

Moments are beautiful
be in them like a human should
there’s an urge to snap, to caption, but some memories are just meant to be.

It hurts sometimes
my heart breaks as i write this poem with slides playing through my mind — my stomach tells no lies.

But i only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot (goo.gl/oE72rh)

Weathered Heart

missing you is
the shiver
crawling on my
skin — one
thousand micro
worms freezing
every part of me
you once touched.

being with you
is a million thirsty
tongues falling in a
salt-less cool ocean water.

you are sunshine
on chocolate skin.

you are savor
swimming inside boredom.

you are awakening
when the night is dark all over.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot ((goo.gl/oE72rh))

 

Do you know about Syria

I often hear that question from excited faces
who have just learned of the massacring of an entire country.

They point out something Obama said about regret in an article — they shake their heads wanting me to acknowledge that they now realize he is not perfect.
They reference an HBO documentary —  because that makes it real.

It’s really depressing stuff, is what they’ll usually follow the question
with then unveil their expertise.

Syria is not a fad.

It’s not a topic for you to pick up like a handbag as you leave
the Nordstrom store, show off to your friends for weeks on end, then leave off with your pile of to-go’s in two months.

–Flose Boursiquot, loudmouth ((goo.gl/BCX3Ub))