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Grades level iconsGrade 12
Genre information iconPoetry
Resource type iconWriting

Querido/a presidente

Lukoiy, Grade 12, Woodburn, Oregon
A young student channels the voices of the people that are voiceless through the ringing music of poetry.
About the Author

Lukoiy es una persona muy conectada con su comunidad. A elle le encanta la música, la Technologia, y su familia. hiendo a escuelas para educar su comunidad en su anatomía y derechos reproductivos.  

 

Lukoiy is a person who is very connected to their community. They love music, technology, their family, and going to school to educate their community on their anatomy and reproductive rights.

Querido/a presidente

De sangre mexicana soy,

pero en la tierra de los estados unidos naci,

soy como muchos de ustedes,

pero todavía más diferente de lo que yo supi,

soy parte de mucho más comunidades que yo creí,

yo soy representante de mi sangre y mi familia escogida,

mi voz suena campanas,

para las lágrimas de mi comunidad,

 

quiero hablar para mis antepasados,

y para los chamacos que se quedan en silencio,

la misma vida que todos experiencia,

pero con diferente cuentos,

diferente realidades,

para mis antepasados que tenían que cambiar apellido para

proteger a su familia,

para los chamacos que tienen pena para hablar sobre sus

historias,

de abuso, pobreza, miedo, y historias en que los hace sentir

seguros,

 

yo quiero ser su voz,

mientras mantengo la mía,

mi voz suena campanas,

para el cambio que necesitamos hacer,

cambio que yo se que puedes escuchar el momento que

escuchas para las campanas.

 

I’m of Mexican blood,

but in the United States I was born,

I’m like many of you,

but even more different than I knew,

I’m part of so many more communities than I thought I ever did,

I am the representative of my blood and my chosen family.

My voice rings bells,

for the tears of my community,

 

I want to speak for my ancestors,

and for the kids who stay silent,

the same life that we all experience,

but with different stories,

different realities,

for my ancestors who had to change their last name to take care

of their family,

for the kids who are hesitant to talk about their stories,

of abuse, poverty, fear, and stories that make them feel safe,

 

I want to be their voice,

as long as I keep my own.

My voice rings bells,

for the change we need to make,

changes that I know you can hear the moment you listen for the

Bells.

 

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This piece was originally published in 826 National’s Let This Be Our Anthem.

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