Archive for October, 2010

My Sadness

Posted: October 29, 2010 in Immigration, Letter

by: Luis Gerardo, 15 years old.

Hello dad, how are you? I’m fine, very happy to have met you. You’re like I always imagined it. My mom always spoke very highly of you, she said you are the kindest and most affectionate. I already told her that I have realized that I like your lifestyle; you are very original. And when someone says I look a lot like you I am the happiest.

My mom cries every night. I don’t ask why anymore, I know well why she does it. Don’t worry, I’ve taken good care of her for all these years. We talked about many things the time we spent together and we still have plenty of things to talk about. I know that day will come soon. Mom is very happy because I already achieved what she wanted and what she wanted was that one day you and me would spend time together.

She likes a lot when I tell her that we went to so many places, but what she likes the most is when I tell her that you took me to the places where you took her. Sometimes it is very sad because she says she loves you and will never stop saying that. Also, she does things that you loved; every day, she prays for you to do well. You know, we miss you, but we mostly need you. If I could do something to have you back I would, but unfortunately it’s not in my hands. Thanks for being my best friend.

I love you dad.

My Poems

Posted: October 26, 2010 in My life, Poem

by Guadalupe L., 15 years old.

Moon

I feel like the moon

alone, abandoned, without anyone.

With me, the day comes, the sun rises

and it does not help me through the night that I spent alone.

The stars hate me

I don’t  know why,

I only know that my love has been rejected

and that the world is over for my heart.

I Love You

I want you to dream with stars

and I want each star to scream at you: I Love You!

so that you open your heart with more illusion

and I do not have to suffer for your love.

My Best Friend

I miss you like you cannot imagine

you are the person that makes me feel in peace

with you I can be myself

I can tell you my problems without further hesitation.

You help me to calm my soul,

not to mourn, not to despair.

You’re the person I trust most

and I want you to come back to tell you I need you

and I need your advices, your hugs,

and that I want you to always be by my side as my best friend.

Leave, Leave.

Posted: October 26, 2010 in Story

by: Andrea, 12 years old.

There was a very hardworking lady who was always knitting to sell the embroideries in the flea market. Her children were very, very naughty. Every time they made a prank, she would say: leave them, leave them.

Once when her son got married, she told her comadre: leave him; he’s not coming back. He already did it, and there’s nothing we can do.

Then, she had two chickens that she loved a lot. She took care of them for a long time. They were the most loved animals, but then they died.  And she told her sons: What will become of me without my chickens, who am I going to feed? Okay, I think I’m giving the food to those who have chickens. I need to forget about this, she told her children. They are not coming back; they are dead. And she cried and cried for her chickens.

Her comadre told to other women: Let’s give her some chickens so she can smile again. They went to buy five chickens, and then the poor lady who suffered so much smiled again.

At last, the lady was ill and close to death, and her comadre told her that she would take her to the hospital. And she said: No, leave me. I will not return.

I don’t care!

Posted: October 24, 2010 in Story

by: Sergio, 12 years old.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was very rebellious with her parents. She liked to grumble and didn’t care what they said. She returned to her house at twelve o’clock or sometimes at four in the morning. She did not want to go to school anymore. She would spent all day on the street; she would leave at ten in the morning and returned at seven in the evening, but just to take a quick shower before going out with her friends.

She would get home drunk or stoned, and her parents couldn’t  put up with it any longer. She would say to them: I don’t care!

One day she tried ecstasy and got so high that she fainted. She was taken to the hospital, and her friend Tere told her that she had to stop taking drugs. She responded: I don’t care!

Moral: That’s why you have to obey your parents because is for our good. Do not damage your body with drugs!


My Self-portrait

Posted: October 23, 2010 in My life, Story

by: Yessenia, 14 year old.

There  was a girl who was very happy because her family was very funny. Every day she wanted to be with her family and didn’t want to go out because her parents loved her very much and there was a lot of peace between them.

But one day something that she didn’t expect happened. The person she loved most died. From that moment  everything changed for her because she became bitter and boring. She says her life is meaningless without the love of her father, but that’s not true because she has the support of her mother and all her brothers.


Don’t be afraid! Speak Out!

Posted: October 21, 2010 in Manifesto, My town

Guadalupe, 13 years old.

In a town, scandals rise and fall, damage and abuse, kill and destroy. They have no heart, no feelings. They think they’re gods and masters of our lives. They invade us.  It rains and rains and nobody does anything.

At night, there are only scandals. The streets are now filled with unscrupulous people, in the corner there are 30, in the other 20. Kicks and blows, blood here and blood there like a hose destroyed by pain, anger and depression. What will we do? This town has no future. If people continue living with this fear they will die, and die without speaking out and without justice. Children are involved in the gangs; drugs and beer get into the body. Basta! Enough is enough. I can’t do this anymore; let us join our hands and fight.

Do not stay silent; think that if you do it, you’re an accomplice. When I opened my eyes there was a beautiful town and now that I open them is the opposite. All this fear on the streets, a lot of fear and despair is rumored.

They are like dogs hungry for hate and envy. They want to be better than us, but they do not know that they are worst.

My friend “Soledad*”

Posted: October 21, 2010 in Poem

by Lizbeth, 14 year old.

She wanders everywhere

a few escape from her

and others welcome her

I wish I had wings to escape from her.

 

She is my friend

but she does not help me

she sinks me.

 

She is with everyone

and I’m not with anyone

I hurt everyone,

and I learned it from her.

To all who approach me

I hurt them,

and  leave an emptiness.

 

I was light and now I’m darkness,

I was full and now I’m empty,

I was in heaven and now I’m in hell

I had friends and now I’ve enemies

I was healthy and I got scars

I have scars and time is not deleting them

there is an exit but is closed

there are friends but I do not want them

because in my heart only lives

my friend “Soledad.”

 

Translator’s note: In Spanish, Soledad means loneliness, but it’s also a common name for women.