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Capoeira Sul da Bahia | Jump-Start Poetry | Self-defense booklet
What is a Hispanic girl?
Poem by: Sara Flores
8th Grade, Eastern Middle School, L.U.N.A. participant
What is a Hispanic girl?
Is that what we ask?
Is it just a person, or
Are we covered with a Mask?
Are we scared of the crowd?
Or, the ability of falling down?br> This girl is special.
She deserves everything?br> From the richest thing
All the way to freedom.
This person should be loved and free.
Cared for and treated respectfully.
Given an opportunity to be what she wants to be.
So, a Hispanic girl
Is that what we ask?
Now , we know.
So don’t be afraid.
Girl, take of the Mask.
What is Honduras?
Poem by: Emma Alvarez
Honduras is a country in Central America,
A beautiful land.
There is no other country like her,
With her happy people,
Her great mountains that wake the people in the morning,
A happy awakening.
There is no land quite like her,
Although she is far now,
I will always feel her close to me.
Long live my homeland!
Long live Honduras!
Poems by: Beberly de la Cruz
Eyes
Everyone in my family has different eye colors,
And shapes.
My mother’s eyes are green but not any kind of green,
A special color that when you stare at her,
It is like deep water.
My brother’s eye color is light brown and honey,
With an Asiatic shape.
When it comes to my eyes,
Many people get confused.
Some say they are dark brown,
But the truth is that they are honey colored,
But get dark when I put my glasses on.
Once, when asked if I liked my glasses,
I said no,
And then realized that I do.
They make me different to everybody else around me,
People like me as I am.
Isabal
el puerto, Isabal
I always like spring best.
You can smell every kind
of flowers all over the parks.
Like roses
and margaritas
Lilacs,
Tulips,
Lilies,
and the weather is wonderful-on this times
You can eat special plates like
chicken in petals
and rice and beans
and shrimp in coconut sauce
You can hear the sound of the ocean waves
and people whistling
and different kinds of music
when you walk along the street
You can feel music coming out from your heart
When you hear the wind blow
and you are around people that you love
especially when every one is quiet
and listening to the different sounds
the wind makes.
Hair
Poem by: Dudveris Reyes
My Hair is soft and long
It is wavy and the smell is good like fruit.
My little sister’s hair is soft and long, straight, and smells like mine.
My friend’s hair is short and curly and it smells like shampoo and fruits.
When I brush my sister’s hair and play with it,
she always begins to sleep.
After she takes her shower and her hair is wet,
I start to brush my sister’s hair and she begins to ask to go to the bed
"yo me quiero ir a acostar en la cama"
She smells like milk and lotion.
She likes to leave the light on.
But someone has to be with her
Or she will go find her own pillow to sleep on in the living room.
Hands
Poem by: Dalila Pineda
My brother kevin's hands are
soft.
One of his hands is swollen
because he was playing at the park
some boys pulled him by his feet
and he felt down.
now he can't hold heavy things
it hurts his hand
his hands are small
his hands are warm.
Nails
Poem by: Diana Silva
My mother’s nails are very elegant
They are not big big or short short
They make a lot noise and make us laugh all the time
For dinner my father brings Big Macs and my mother clicks her nails on the table.
My father tells her to stop,
But she only does when we finish.