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group poem was written by the Latchkey Girls to Women group for Latina Heritage
Month 1998.
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
PROUD TO BE PUERTO RICAN
PROUD TO BE LANGUAGE
HAIR, BEACHES, CANDY YELLOW RICE AND BEANS
I ATE CARNE RES
HER UNCLE IS LATINO
HE MAKES ME LAUGH
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE IS PUERTO RICAN
PROUD TO BE PUERTO RICAN
FESTIVALS, RIDES DOMINICAN PARADE
RICE, BEANS, AND CHICKEN
BACALAITO Y PLATANOS
I SAW A MANGO
I SAW A PERSON DANCE IN A RED DRESS
SHE BAILES AND SINGS
SHE IS 11
TRINIDAD AND RICKY MARTIN JAY Z AND USHER
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE IS FROM PANAMA
SHE LIVES ON A PUERTO RICAN STREET
COOKS MANY DIFFERENT FOODS
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
IN PANAMA MY HOUSE HAS SIX ROOMS
IN PANAMA THERE'S NICE CLEAR WEATHER
IN PANAMA THERE'S A SPECIAL DANCE OF EACH TRIBE
SHE LIKES TO DANCE
SHE HAS PUERTO RICAN FAMILY
I AM HALF PUERTO RICAN
I HAVE FIVE SISTERS AND BROTHERS
PUERTO RICAN
I'M FROM PUERTO RICO
PROUD TO BE PUERTO RICAN
MY DAD IS PUERTO RICAN
MY MOTHER AND FATHER ARE PUERTO RICAN
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE LIKES TO SPEAK SPANISH IN THE HOUSE
WHITE RED AND BLUE
JUST LIKE THE FLAG OF PUERTO RICO
IT IS HOT
WE LOVE PUERTO RICO
THEY HAVE DIFFERENT COLOR SKIN
NEXT TO THE EQUATOR
GET TAUGHT ABOUT PUERTO RICO
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
SHE LOVES BEING LATINA
Think of you
Passion of fruits
Passion of flowers, what do I feel?
Do I feel romance?
Do I feel like I’m in love?
Do I feel like I’m insane over you?
I don’t know
What do you think?
My name is Sonny
and I am 14 years old. For the past couple of weeks we have been reading
one of the most famous tragedies by Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. One
of our assignments was to write a translation of a speech made by one
of the characters, Friar Lawrence, a.k.a. the priest that messed everything
up. This is my rendition.
What is Good May be Bad: Mother Nature
The gray morning sky smiles
on the sad looking night,
It shines the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
And the tiny spots of darkness sway as drunks,
During the path of day when the sun's heat comes in chunks.
Now before the sun may rise as the anger in his eyes,
To cheer up the day and the night's dew may dry.
I must fill up this willow basket of ours,
With ominous weeds and rich-healing flowers.
The earth, which is Mother Nature, is a tomb,
What is her grave is also her womb.
And from her womb there are children of many kinds,
They are who suck from her natural breast, which they must find.
Many of the earth's children are useful for various things,
There is not one child that does not have a use, for each has different
skills to bring.
Great is the power that each child contains,
In plants, herbs, stones, and their own quality they contain.
For there is nothing on earth that is so bad,
What the earth has to offer is what makes one glad.
But there are things that don't turn as good when wrongly used,
When you defeat its purpose, it is often refused.
Good can turn to bad when not handled as right,
And sometimes evil can be made right with truthful might.
Within this new bud of this weak flower,
There lies a poison and medicinal power.
If you smell this flower, you will be strong and brave,
But if you taste it, you'll soon see your grave.
In every town, two opposed kings always seem to have stood,
Within man, as well as in herbs- lie the bad and the good.
Where wrong has conquered the right,
The plant will soon suffer the cankerworm's bite.
Friendship is a bond between
two friends
A love between hem that never ends
Doesn't this remind you of you and I
But only our friendship will never die.
You are very special and dear
Something you showed is never to fear
Whatever I did you said was right
Because everything I did was with courage and might
You showed me things I would have never seen
Like things in your George Magazine
You showed me new friends like my fish
You read my mind, and granted my wish
So I'm thanking you on this day
Because you were such a great mentor in such a special way
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