I Am VeronicaA Poem by Victoria HarlequinThe title explains everything, seriously. This took me about two and a half weeks to write and I am very thankful to be finished with it!! Jaja, I hope you enjoy!
My ancestors - The aztec
Ignacio Zaragoza
Frida Kahlo
I Am Veronica As a young girl, she had no problems As a young Mexican girl, she had struggles Growing up in Detroit city Her brother brought home trouble Most nights there would be gunshots – Pandillas /Gangs So most nights she would duck down, Cradled in her father’s or mother’s arms Huddled near a wall or corner There needed to be a change, a move To another city – one that was much smaller She started school there Kindergarten… In a school where the majority of kids were white Her parents thought it would be better for her Rather than the school near her new home She arrived in the room filled with strangers Walking around But…there was none They welcomed her as if she was one of them, A smile was carved on her face Until later, she was threatened “I’ll have my daddy come shoot you AND your dad!” The young girl had never been so frightened in her life… She had done nothing wrong You couldn’t blame her if you wanted to It wasn’t her fault that her skin was brown Continuing through grade school, she rarely had problems With the exception of this boy in 5th to 6th grade Even though he called her ‘s**t’ she still stayed Although it wasn’t by choice To others, small worlds like ‘s**t’ may not seem harmful But they are Some may not admit they are hurt, but inside there is burning Burning pain and tears – never to be shed Apart from the company of one’s self You shouldn’t worry, there’s still junior high Teachers would watch her Through inquiring eyes Trying to figure out how she kept her grades Up to A’s and B’s Come on, she was a minority for Christ sakes! She shouldn’t be doing so well Surprise blew across her face when she went to school No one bothered her Sure there were little remarks here & there Little inequalities from other students in class She’s heard them so much and been through it time and again But hey! She was accustomed to it Junior high was pretty nice… High school Yet another step up; things were going so well Until swine flu broke through “Damn Mexicans!” “Look, there’s one over there. Run!!” “Hey! Veronica’s Mexican! Watch out!” “F*****g spicks…” “…All they do is sleep anyway…lazy w******s” “Blame her! She’s one of them!” Flying down the halls hearing at least 8 at a time Some directed upon her, others on all There was AN UPROAR of racism She knew that racism was still around But she had no idea that it was still the same The same from decades ago So, little brownie paced through the hallways Books clutched to her chest A proud look on her face Her head held as high as the ceiling Eyes roaming over all those who stared Never looking away Staring back with more force than the white ones “Yes, you know who I am And now…I know who you are” She wasn’t going to be scared and look at the ground For the first time in a while, her strength held on The words that once made her want to strike With a power never known before Would not be recognized any longer The cold stares that used to make her skin crawl Would be expunged and forgotten Porque ella es quien ella es /Because she is who she is Y que no va a cambiar /And that will not change Ella es y sera siempre marron /She is and will always be brown
Pancho Villa y Emiliano Zapata
Viva Mexico! Viva La Raza! Y yo siempre sera Veronica Christine Juanita Hernandez! Plena de /Long live Mexico! Long live the race! And I will always be Veronica Christine Juanita Hernandez! Full-blooded Mexican!
Benito Juarez
© 2009 Victoria HarlequinAuthor's Note
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Added on May 10, 2009Last Updated on June 12, 2009 AuthorVictoria HarlequinCome away with me to never never land so I can run when you try to rape me, MIAboutNazario S. [IMH] Ser fuerte para su papa y su verdadero familia Well let's see, I enjoy writing (poetry, blah blah) for one. I've been writing for quite some time, and if you were t.. more..Writing
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