Poem: I Am A Puerto Rican Woman

Flag_of_Puerto_Rico.svgby Sandra Diaz

I Am A Puerto Rican Woman
And You Will Not Experiment On Me.

Gone are the days of eradicating our babies
Sterilization of our population
No consent castration
Making us an empty shell of our former self

Maria’s and Jose’s…
Vanished from Our wombs
Brown Castano skin
Pupils of wonder,
Innocence ripped from within
Our rights strip away with wire hanger abortions
Performed with Pulled the life from us operations

A Boriquen Women
Concentration Elimination
Tidal wave to exterminate the unfortunate subjects
Transplanting Cancer cells on Our Men is no exception
Abuse and torture poison radiation
Social worker house to house
Face to face Discrimination

Thousands of Sisters and Mothers
Told and convinced
That they should no longer conceive
Threatening,
Scaring and Scarring the life out of me

Silent about the Experimental Birth control test trial
Birth place Induced abuse
Couldn’t stop me from coming
My spirit just wouldn’t be stopped
I’m here to speak
Yeah
Now what.
Back to Back Fertility control
Racist attitude Policy must go
In a Civilized Society this should never take place
Contraception Mis-information
Nevermore will be accepted
By the Beautiful Taino Race

Misleading propaganda was taught in schools
White Picket Fence Promises
Builds mistrust, Are we alliances?

“La Operacion”

Had naive daughters fooled
100 percent; Child bearing age
Two doctors to check if tubes were tied
They’re natural born experts on deceit and lies

Irreversible mistakes
Fifty a Day.
Does not a good decision make
National Intended Genocide
Cannot bring the unborn back

Curvy, intelligent, Feministas
Will not permit; anyone instill
That educated decisions are too complicated
That we don’t have…. Free will does not exist
To just take the Magic Pill

Were here to stay
Our Cultura is Strong
We’ve come a long way
Women of Color, Coming together
We carry on
Where there’s courage, we cant go wrong
We’ve progress with Pride intact
We’ve been quiet for far too long

Too many side effects to be acceptable
So with a shout and a heart felt scream
Were taking Authority on our God Given Dream.
Compliance is not our Grandmothers Option
The unwilling Pioneer found A Solution
Our Resolute is our Revolution

A Puerto Rican Female
Who Believes In
YES WE CAN!
And like I said
You Will Never Experiment On Us
Again!

Poetry: Drifting Thoughts

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Photo Credit: Scubaexplorer.net

Drifting Thoughts  by Andrea Barreto

I keep my heart where blue kisses gold,
near sand that sparkles like the facets of a diamond.
Sunlight beats down, reflecting off the constant waves.
These waves gleam golden for the day, then fade to an incandescent glow in the silver light of night.
With every splash against the shore, another doubt slips away.

The night brings darkness, a comforting shadow over droning worries made harsh by the day.
Bright moon and faint light soothe lingering thoughts of uncertainty and self-doubt.
In the dark my senses are heightened,
each grain of sand delightfully coarse against my skin,
and each wave lapping gently against my feet as they wash away the troubles of my soul and mend the wounds in my heart.
The sun will return as night gives way to day, but in this moment I am alone in the dark,
and, with the moon, my uneasiness wanes away.

Poetry: The Beautiful Truth

Polet Espinoza

Polet Espinoza, author

Turn the page, perfect symmetrical body

Wearing the clothes you wish you have

With their glowing colored eyes and skin.

Turn the page, expensive make-up ads,

Make your eye lashes look longer than your hair,

Make your flawed skin look flawless

And your lips look bigger than your face.

Turn the page, tips on boys,

They tell you how to act around them

And try to convince you to be something you’re not.

Turn the page, you start feeling neglected

You feel the urge to look like them,

You feel the need to buy their products to look better

And you feel imperfect because they’re in magazines and you’re not.

But no one said there was only one type of girl,

With only one type of perfect

And only one type of beautiful.

And then you notice;

Those girls aren’t real,

They were altered and created with technology;

They’re an image from someone else’s imagination.

But you are real,

Don’t let anyone alter or create your true self;

You’re not an image from someone else’s imagination.

Turn the page, you’re perfect.

Poem: Broken

by Fallon Sousa, 18

rainAs I glance out past my window
and I see these broken skies;
Oh, how they closely mirror
the teardrops in my eyes.

I have listened to such thunder
as I walked beyond the trees,
like a chained, forgotten lover
who hopes only to be freed.

As I fade into the darkness;
each soft whisper in the night,
I pray to gods of silence–
so that none shall hear my cry.

I have left you in a hurry;
you will scarcely hear me breathe
even though I have sought wonder
far beyond my own true need.

Once I’ve realized that I’m lonely,
and you take away my pain–
we can hold hands and walk slowly
through the heavens, in the rain.

Poem: The Island Of The Free

By Ashley Paramo

The first time I went to America

I had high hopes for what I would see.

And even though I enjoyed myself

I did not enjoy how Americans treated me.


“It’s because you look Puerto Rican”

My aunt said to me.

But Puerto Rico is a part of America!

How can Americans discriminate against me?


I like it more in my little island.

My cozy house by the sea.

In Puerto Rico you are not judged or hated against.

Puerto Rico is the place to be.


In America there is only you, him, her and I.

There is no such thing as “we”.

If you fall then you better get up.

For the Americans will step all over thee.


My little island isn’t perfect.

But then again, show me a place that can be.

With shootings, murders and gangs.

Not everything in my island is a warm cup of tea.


But I love my island so, and my island loves me.

So keep your America and its discrimination.

While I enjoy my humble island.

The island of the free.

Poem: Mi Barrio

Poem: Mi Barrio

by Keila Gomez, age 16

Mi barrio, a place that defines the person that I am. Mi barrio where I am from. The place that defines the way I talk, the way I walk and the way I think. My neighborhood that made me tough, the neighborhood that taught me to not let sticks or stones break my bones. Mi barrio that taught me of love and family. My place that was in my comfort zone and I was in my comfort zone with those around me. Mi barrio where I ran up and down throughout my childhood. My neighborhood that taught me of self value and humbleness. Mi barrio who knows where I come from and what I am about. Mi barrio where I learned how to be myself. My neighborhood where I grew up in. Mi barrio where I learned to be respectful and kind. Mi barrio, a place that defines the person that I am.

Poetry: My Name

My Name – Ellazahe
Ellazhe is originally spelled Alize. Ellazahe is an alcohol.
I got my name cause my dad just came home and said her name will be Ellazahe.
I have many nicknames:
Lizard, Zahezahe, Zaheweezze.
I got them randomly
but my favorite nickname is Zahezahe because my great grandma would only call me that.
I love the way she would say that after she died no one is allowed to call me Zahezahe.
If I changed my name, it will be something easy
and a name people can actually say every time I start a new school.
It will be Elizabeth, Eliza, Ellazhe.
I get embarrassed all the time, “all eyes on me.”
But if I did change it right now I think it will be Ash because that’s what my grandpa wanted to name me.
I was supposed to be born on Ash day, so he wanted my mom to name me Ash.
- By Ellazahe Richards

Poetry: Blue eyes

Funny the way we met

Funny the way I looked

Your eyes became

my

Weakness

Your lips became

my

Addiction

Each  moment with you

My heart will current

Since the day I found

you

Open in the air

I found my self smiling

thinking of you

I fell in love with your eyes

your eyes the once that

remind me of the sky

and the heart of the

Ocean

Thinking of you as

a

Dream

But I had you in front  of me

You were as real

as the love you made

Me

Feel for

You

By: Rosalba Perez

 

 

Poetry: My Dearly Departed

By Alexis Garcia, age 16

 

You are my dear, my dearly departed…

I’m in fear of being brokenhearted

What has gotten into you?

It has left me blue

Now I stay heavily guarded

My dearly departed…

The grief over your absence has started

These feelings of resentment put into motion,

Because of your lack of devotion

I taught my heart to reject your touch…

But my brain still remembers too much

I can’t recall what was more amazing…

The times you made me blush,

Or when you disregarded my sweet nothing as mush

It was.

Poetry: I Believe in Happiness

Check out the poems that our Chicas wrote after being inspired by National Poetry Month.

I believe in happiness;
I believe the only people who can understand happiness are those who are willing to create it.
I believe happiness has many definitions.
Love being a carrier.
I believe in inspirations and a never ending hope.
I believe love conquers all;
I question life.
I question, are we made to live?
Or do we live to somehow be made by definition.
Yet definition in the eyes of an artist is the death of art.
- Danielle Guzman

 

When you have a pot full of your ingredients, it depends if you can make something good or spoil it.
My ingredients are music/arts, family and the most important spice: life.
I have mixed my ingredients with other spices but so far my cooking is bitter.
With music I couldn’t stand the directors of how I was pushed away.
Art let me take experience and express who I am and thoughts and feelings.
Music is something I can listen to and compare it to my arts and writing.
I need art to listen to music.
I need music to inspire me in art.
Family. the darkest and most revealing of all ingredients. This ingredient is dangerous. When someone hurts you or you hurt a family member, it feels like you are going through hell. Try to put a bandage on yourself and pull it off fast, it may be painless. Pull it off slow, you can see and feel the pain of how much your heart will ache.
Life.
It’s delicate, it can be harmless or harmful to your body.
it’s sweet but bitter or just plain sour. Life includes everything.
- Marlett Mojica

 

Khalil Anthony Ray
Mi amor, mi vida
The sunshine that holds me strong meaning
Good friend having such divine beauty in life
Like a precious gem that needs to be held with love and care.
- Jessie Barron

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