Get Offended

I remember starting off my first poem talking about my mother and how she came to America. The DACA act is one thing that has effected my life not only for my mom, but just in the mix of all this chaos that has been going on in the news. I always try to put myself in the other persons shoes and try to relate to certain issues. Something that I had encountered as I was doing my first poem was that I realized that this isn't my story to tell. My mother has gone through so much that she would have needed to put it into her own perspective. I decided to write my own poem from an outsiders perspective. I think white supremacy is something that we all think about but are cautious to talk about it. I basically decided to write my poem in the way where I combined the majorities opinions into one. I realized that some of these lines in my poem are quite offensive, which actually made me quite hesitant to write my poem in the first place. That is why I decided to call my poem" "Get Offended" in order to get into that mindset. I used a lot of poetic devices in order to get my point across. I used personification like, "the flower gets abducted by the soil she grew up in" in order to talk about slavery. I also added in imagery while I was explaining how the U.S. is like a melting pot, "With the roars of the Americans you call immigrants,With the punches of frustration that is interrogating the minds of the immigrants ,With the mouths of a foreign language although

At one point, Your ancestors language was the foreign one" I like to use imagery when explaining these kinds of things because it transform you into this mindset that I want you to keep throughout the poem.

  

We are the refugees you call terrorists
We are the Mexicans you call rapists
We are the Africans you call slaves
We are the founders of YOUR country that you call Pocahontas.
We’ve heard
We ’ve tasted
We’ve seen
We've felt the wounds
That are now scars
That become beautiful
Just like how a seed gets planted
Still grows

And as the plant grows 

The flower blossoms into something beautiful
Then the flower gets abducted by the soil she grew up in

Terra
Torture
Torment
Territory
Terror
Terrorism
Terrorist
For god's sake
You cause the tears to be drawn by the strongest of people
Tears
He made them cry tears of blood
The founding fathers that founded the “new world”
“They shouldn’t be worried”
“They came here illegally”
Just how YOUR people just came across a country
The goal was to trade
But at the end they traded the people
The people who are MY ancestors
Who are also YOUR ancestors 

It even says it in the name

United States of America
United States of Terror
Broken by boundaries
Tethered by territories 

Terrified of terrorists

My people.
They keep coming
And they keep going back
They go back because you say we are taking your jobs away
YOUR founding father was the one who stumbled upon America
who assaulted the natives and killed them with the hidden gems

You call us homeless
But it was your forefathers, 

founders of the “New World” who took us out of Our land and made US homeless
You
Intoxicated US
Raped US
Sold US
Lynched US
Because your people found out we were useless
Useless
Used
Use
You used US
History repeats itself,
But don’t you learn from your mistakes?
Oh wait
Your people haven’t learned that one yet
So how do you expect me to learn something that your people wrote for me.
You call us rapists
“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. But some, I assume, are good people.”
You say we’re your favorite Mexicans
YOUR father raped the Africans and the Indians and the Arabs and then you get the alluring Puerto Rico.
And you STILL call it U.S. territory
A part of the United States
Part of the United States of Terror
You terrorist.

You call us terrorists?
We’re dangerous you say
YOU were the one who used used for the oil that you need to provide for your nation
At the end we just want to provide.
So doesn’t that just make YOU the terrorist?
You call us the names of our past
But what you don’t know is that you had a past
Your past as a rapist
Your past as a terrorist
Your past as an intoxicator
The past of MY people were affected by you
I wonder
Is the pot cracking because there are too many tongues?
Or is it cracking because of the defiance of my people?
The melting pot is cracking
With the roars of the Americans you call immigrants
With the punches of frustration that is interrogating the minds of the immigrants
With the mouths of a foreign language although
At one point
Your ancestors’ language was the foreign one
You can take us out
But you must take yourself out first
You’re superior for now
But with the defiance of MY people you will not take us out “your” America

Monarch

Deportation is an issue that needs to get solved. Being a daughter of two immigrated parents is hard. To see my future, I sometimes feel hopeless. This presidential election has made me think more about the actions that even people around me are doing. Makes me also wonder how we could change the world together. There are many ways, but the best way is through poetry.

Migration.

Why do people migrate?

Why do monarchs migrate?

Why do refugees migrate?

Do people feel like monarchs as they fly across their borders?

Feeling free as a butterfly when they step into new territory.

Territory.

Something that is not yours.

Something that has been discovered.

Something that has been taken away from you where you no longer have freedom in the territory you thought you would live in.

Something where you think you are allowed to start new.

Your past

War torn

Oppressed

I knew you could fly

She came here illegally

Leaving her native land

Imagine leaving your own land and having to start new. My mother had to go through this at the age of four where she had no idea where she was going. She stayed with a family, her relatives that lived in California. She was without a mom and dad for about a month.

Everything had changed for little monarch

My little monarch don’t you cry

You will get to where you want to be if you try

Try.

Try by leaving your native land and start fresh

Start somewhere new

Lonely.

Family lost.

Nowhere to sleep

No time to weep

Your family is gone now

*boom

Family gone

*boom

Child lost

*boom

Scurry and run

But where

Where do I run to?

No one wants us

I wish I was a monarch where I communicate with my wings

Where I could be free

Where I could be accepted

Fly

Fly away from here

Run

Runaway

Next destination

Greece

Border patrol

Many Syrian refugees that fled during the times of war. They fled to the nearest destinations which was Greece, Germany, Egypt, Lebanon, etc. Due to the amount of migrants many had to go back to their war torn country, mothers with crying children, depressed mothers and fathers because their family is gone, etc. was becoming too hectic for these countries accepting migrants. 

Go back they say

Go back

Go back to your war torn country

Go back

Go back where you realize you have nothing left

Go back

Go back to scraps

Go back

Go back to dead bodies of your relatives

Go back to see children screaming out names

Hoping to find someone

Go back to see moms sobbing because they realized there was one more child left in that house

Go back

To hear the bombs where you know

You know

You know that their gone

Go back

Go back

2017

USA?

USA

Liberty and justice for all

Start somewhere new she said

Flee

It’s your time

Flee

Run

Dreamers

They call them dreamers

Why

DACA dreamers was assigned for young children who immigrated when they were young and are looking for the same fundamental rights as an american citizen. This was established in times that former President Barack Obama was president and now President Trump is looking to deport DACA recipients.

A person who is unpractical or idealistic

Can they not chase after their dreams?

Dreams to go somewhere new

Dream to experience new life

Do I deserve a new life

Do I deserve to leave my war torn country

Sometimes I wonder

Why do I ask myself

I’m a dreamer

They call us dreamers

Almost seems like the oppressed have dreams

“I had a dream”

Someone who was oppressed was hopeful enough to dream

I dream .

I think to myself.

Why dream if they don’t come true?

But

Why be pessimistic?

Why be a shark that sees blood and fights back?

Fight.

Fight for what’s right they say

Fight.

Seems violent

Speak.

Speak out.

Speak out.

Speak out.

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We need to go.

Pack up she says.

Pack up.

Pack up her father says.

We must start fresh again.

My isn’t going anywhere.

My job makes me a man in this family.

Provider.

Provide.

Supply

Supply for my wife and daughter

Im 21

I could have earned an education.

But i’m just a provider.

Supply.

So they left

They left

But they did not just leave for a while

They left.

They ran

She ran with her little monarch.

He left.

He left alone.

He left and came back

They said go back

Go back.

Go back.

He was so close.

So close.

Those borders.

Why

Borders.

My life has been created into borders.