The title is Querida Mama (dear mama) and within the first few lines it had me almost in tears.
I read stories on those who are being deported and see it on the news everyday, yet it still doesn't have the same impact as what I read in this poem.
Many could care less about this issue, but I have many friends who come from foreign grounds and I have heard their stories on how their homelands are and how they have come to be refugees. It saddens me so much, and it hurts me even more knowing there isn't anything I can do to help.
This poem was posted on Fri, 01/12/2018 - 22:42 by dulcemorales.
This is her poem...
Querida Mama,
I hope one day I will be brave enough.
Enough to tell you that I see your pain
and although at times I have been
ungrateful
to you.
You who have know me my whole life
and through it all, loved me with all your might.
I know
I see
I have witnessed all the sacrifices you made for me
for you
You have left your own familia, you have left your home
and you left behind the only world that you had ever known
you left behind your Mejico lindo y querido.
I see it in your eyes
and I hear it late at night, when you whimper small cries
all the uncertainty and pain
that fills your heart.
Every time you hear ilegal or watch Trumps spew talks of a wall
I sense the fear that overrides
and takes over your soul and mind.
I hope one day I will be brave enough.
Enough to tell your story
to all
the story of my mama
the strongest woman I have ever know
who worked the longest hours for the smallest pay
in order to put food in my mouth
and a roof over my head.
My mama
the one who's hands feel like sand paper
but heart is softer than silk.
My mama
who gave birth at fifteen
and dragged me miles away
so we could live the American Dream.
My mama
who gave me the sweetest name of them all,
Dulce
and sweet for you I will be.
For you
mama
I promise to not be afraid,
I promise not to let the words ilegal and deportacion
fill my heart with fear and rage
I promise that I will try my best
and dispite our undocumented status,
I promise I will dream
dream of a day when you are no longer in pain
I promise I will reach
reach for the stars and my goals attain
te prometo mama that one day you will be proud to say esa es mi niña.
Sincerely,
tu querida hija, Dulce
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This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
I hope you all enjoyed it.