Poemas

(Mayo 2020)

Escribí este primer poema durante la cuarentena por el Coronavirus. Está en inglés pero habla sobre como, a pesar de todo lo que está pasando y como nuestro mundo está cambiando por completo, seguimos siendo afortunados.

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The breeze blew the leaves in the wrong direction

Wind singing and swirling and sounding

It was supposed to be winter but the sun cast our shadows

Way before we knew, we were already in the battle

We were the fortunate ones

We were the ones who had parents and family

We were the ones who got an education and hoped for graduation

We were the ones that had food on our tables and roofs to protect us

But what is protection?

Is a mother’s love protection?

Is a father’s commitment protection?

Is a house molded into a home protection?

When did school become a prison and then become a hope?

We were the fortunate ones

The ones who lived by the same routine every day

Were you bored then?

Are you bored now?

We were the fortunate ones

We were the ones who had healthcare

We were the ones who had leisure

Routine kept you busy but bored but now you’re just bored and busy

Worrying

What’s tomorrow going to be like?

We were the fortunate ones who never had to worry about that

Can we overcome this?

You ask yourself when you have nothing left to do but hope

Hope

Hope is a funny thing

It can either lift you off your knees or slap you in the face

But it’s everywhere

It’s in the sick’s faces when their doctors come back with their results

It’s in the kid’s faces when their parents come to pick them up

It’s in the sun’s peeking rays and the clouds’ moody rains

And it’s in me.

Who am I?

Am I the person writing this now?

Am I the woman I want to become?

Am I the girl trying to belong?

Anywhere, somewhere, there

Where?

But I know I’m one of the fortunate ones

Because thirty three days

Seven hundred and ninety two hours later

I still have a family

I still have an education

I still have food on my table

I still have a roof over my head

But now my home’s become my prison and the world has become my hope

I am a fortunate one

Because I am not confined to living with my aggressor

Because I don’t have to spend my last years isolated for the lesser

Worried that if my family come visit and they caught it and brought it I won’t be able to stop it

Stop it?

They thought they could stop it

But then they stopped talking and started coughing

Coughing then sneezing then hoping then living

Or

Dying

We woke up

The fortunate ones had to wake up and step up

That routine that kept us busy but bored

Wake up, get up, clean up

Go there, come back, wait now

Study hard, work it out, work it off

Lie down, calm down, gone time

And wake up, get up, clean up

Go there, come back, wait now

Study hard, work it out, work it off

Lie down, calm down –

STOP.

Now wake up

What now?

You know what now

Wait. Think. Feel. Wonder. Stop.

Smile. Cry. Hope. Wait. Stop.

You are still a fortunate one.

Take out the dog

Throw out the garbage

Clap from your window

Although they won’t hear you

It’s the hope that matter

Call your whole family

Text all your friends

Love unconditionally

Cause forever found an end and living a when.

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Considero que esta actividad me permite conseguir los Resultados de Aprendizaje 1 y 2 puesto que con cada canción que escribo, identifico en mi misma los puntos fuertes y las áreas en las que necesito mejorar para mejorar las canciones. Además afronto algunos desafíos y desarrollo nuevas habilidades en el proceso de escritura.