the following poem won me first place at a poem contest.
do you think it deserved to win?
Steven Bonafide Rojas
Invisible Ones
We walked
We talked
We bought
We fought
We lived
We died
We are the ones
With accents in conversations
Who get passed by on every street
As something else
Urban jibaros
Questions of skin complexion
Light or dark
¿De dónde eres?
We who are
In the middle of every discussion
Of race relations because we are dark light
Spanish English speaking tongues
Broken dialects to go with broken dreams
We who are
Fed images of false equal opportunities
And non-green carded citizenship
Capitalism and congressman
Put us all in the arms of big brother
The stranglehold of the IRS taxes
We who are
Cursed by machismo
Love salsa and meringue
Battled for self respect and our independence
Considered second-class citizens,
A prize of war of bloody Sundays
Radiation treatments
For I will tell you
Bombed by Vieques and bombed by Bushwick
Gentrified Harlem and justice rallies
Your existence we protested
And you fired your utensils of death
On women, children, and men
All dressed in white
Invisible
We who breath
The same polluted air
The same infectious water
Pray to the same gods
Sit by each other on the same train
Eat food in the same places
Listen to the same music
Attend the same schools
But are always in the middle
Trapped in the television of life
That’s black and white
Never believed in Technicolor dreams
Only in the color of green
Underpaid and over slaved
Sweatshops and chop shops
In a schizophrenic American dream
Invisible
We who fought
Over which island is better than which
On New York streets
Speaking colonized English
Instead of colonized Spanish
And fight over who has
The better food, better music,
Better ball players and better cars
Which are either American, Japanese, or German made
Never understood that we’re all from a history
That neglected us
Transformed us from savage Indians
To 21st century Pepsi pop stars
And never cared for our culture
Unless they can make a profit out of it
A media that bleaches our color
From our skin and believes
We all come with Eurocentric features with English tongues
We have afros and dreads
Straight hair, curly, kinky
Black, blonde, red hair
Thin and thick lipped
Brown eyes, blue, green
Hazel contacted eyes
Full spectrum of life
Rainbow’s beauty
Never understood
Our full potential
For our darkness and brightness
We are the invisible ones
We walked
We talked
We bought
We fought
We lived
We died
But all we wanted was
To be seen, heard, and respected
Because we bleed
Like everyone else does.
2007-01-15
09:52:33
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7 answers
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asked by
Anonymous
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Politics & Government
➔ Immigration
the poem was written by steven rojas
i, sergio davila, read this poem and won the gold medal
i did NOT wright this poem
please answer my question
2007-01-15
09:53:41 ·
update #1