Poema para nuestra defensoras Las hermanas Mirabeles lucharon Mucho por su pais y murieron Por defender a su gente todo El mundo las admiraban y todavia Las admiran ellas lucharon Mucho por su pais y por Su gente murieron luchando Por eso siempre sigieron En nuestros corazones Dominicanos y siempre estaran presente. Yahaira N.

Poem for our defenders The Mirabeles sisters fought long For their country Died defending their people All admired them And still admire them They fought hard for their country And for their people Died struggling For this They will live on In the Dominican heart And they will always be with us Yahaira N.

Untitled I am disappointed like my mother when she got raped one day I want out like the lights that they tell us to turn out at night I am strong like God's angels I miss her like I miss home every day I have a secret I keep like a diary that I keep in my heart...like the sky Crystal S.

Untitled I am disappointed Like a child on her Fifth birthday with No toys or cake I am strong as a cedar tree That stands Tall with no Fear Spring comes like A wrath of wind That soothes your Body from all heat I want out like a monkey that's trapped Lisa S.

Untitled Europe.  through the back door. is how you came to our land. pushing, stealing, forcing your ways We let you in the front door but you insisted on being backhanded shared our ways but instead of giving us the same you decided you were better than us savages you said no religion, no clothes, no God what you didn't know was that savages are not kind, they kill women and children, they take what they want and don't care if you have or have not.   They don't respect God's living creatures. In the end you took what you wanted and left us to die so now I ask you who is the savage? Europe, you should have come through the front door instead of the back.  You came claiming peace and freedom but you only meant that for others exactly your color and class. Though you tried to exterminate my people have survived because they believe in God and have respect for all of his creatures Europe you came through the back door but you didn't come alone now everyone owns a piece of this land. Barbara M.

If the waters could bring your lost soul home I would wait by them forever Connie L.

Untitled Fear of not seeing the streets Fear of not growing mentally and     physically Fear of not reaching my goals when I get out of jail Fear of losing my family because of my situation Fear of fear Fear of realizing I'm actually in jail Fear of knowing about this hell Fear of anyone seeing me in here     that I know Fear for people who come here to teach us what they know Fear of kind-hearted people you       just might bump into in here Fear of living but not of death But fear of dying because I might not have reached all of my goals Fear of being alone Fear of being around too many         people Fear of gossip Fear of roaches Jasmine V.

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