One of our beautiful youth poets, Jessie Hernandez, was killed by Denver Police on Monday. She was 17. We will be posting some of her poems over the next few days to honor her light.
2 3-minute poems by Jessica Hernandez, 15 (2013) "I Seem To Be, But Really I Am, and I Choose To Be"
I am kind and respectful Others see me as a disrespectful teenager That just likes to get in trouble But really I am a kid that wants a good education My parents see me as an irresponsible child But really I am taking care of other things I don’t want trouble, They see me as a mean kid with a lot of hate But really I like to be nice and loving
I seem to be a fighter Someone who doesn’t like connections It seems I don’t want peace But really I am outgoing I like to play sports I wanna get my education I like to smell good and look nice I can soon buy myself a bike And my own car once I get a good job But really I do want peace Where there is no violence I really don’t want to fight I really would love to have connections with everybody Without any trouble I love having people around to get to know them
I choose to be kind to others I don’t know I choose to be loud at points I choose to be happy, smiling all the time I choose to be a good student Even if that doesn’t get me any friends I choose to be anything, if it’s a good thing That I know won’t get me in trouble sometimes I choose to be the big sister for all my younger siblings I choose to be a good role model from now on Even if temptations are in the way I choose to live a good teenage life ... See MoreSee Less
A poem in honor of Jessie Hernandez, 17, killed by Denver Police Monday, written by my friend Josué Ruiz. A fellow youth serving professional, he works with Latino Youth in NYC, in a program for LGBTQ Youth in East Harlem. He told me this is the first poem he's written since grade school...
Not in this way
We lost a star today. Not in a way that we cannot find it, for it will always guide us to the home of our conviction.
We lost a star. Not in a way that light suddenly diminishes, but rather in a burst of radiance too bright for my still-seeing eyes to bear witness.
We lost a. Not in a way that a fragment collides with a void, I can hear the echoes of your words and feel the heaviness of your dreams upon my shoulders.
We lost. Not in a way that we’re resigned to return to the Earth, but in that the cosmic fabric has unraveled and left me completely undone.
We. Not in a way that separates us from them; collectively, the stories unfold, reform, expand and retract.
Today. Not in a way that doesn’t allow for tomorrow, I am present and you have become a part of my whole. ... See MoreSee Less