Friday, April 3, 2009

Poetry Friday



Poetry Friday
Name calling is one of the most hurtful things that happen among people regardless their age. This week when one of my students got called something terrible, he came to my room to cry, to tell me all about it. My heart was boiling in a combination of despair, frustration and sadness. Being an immigrant myself,  I know there are certain things one must go through when you live far away from the ones you loved, from your culture, your language, your little end of the world. It is not an easy journey but one we must face. I wrote this poem and would like to dedicated it to one of my ELL students whose tears became mine, whose frustration became mine when he got hurt with words. 

Words
By Stella Villalba

I saw your pain
through your eyes
and I wish it wouldn't happen
but it did.

the words have been said

I saw your pain 
through your eyes
and I wish you were not there
but you were

and the words have been said.

I saw your pain
through your eyes
and I wish and wish
to protect you from it

but the words have been said

I saw your pain
through your eyes
and I knew right there
you wouldn't forget

the words have been said

I saw your pain
through your eyes
but I want you to know
I am here no matter what

even though...

the 
words 
have 
already 
been 
said.


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6 comments:

Yat-Yee said...

You are right, words will be spoken and their effects can last, but I hope your student will be comforted and strengthened by your words. I hope that people hurt by prejudices flung at them in words will know that there are others who care.

susanwrites said...

I'm so sorry for your student but how lucky he had you to turn to.

I enjoyed your poem.

Andromeda Jazmon said...

What a heart-breaking truth this poem addresses. Yet it is healing just to be able to say it in poetry. Thank you!

Mary Lee said...

GREAT poem. IMPORTANT reminder. Your perspective makes it even more powerful.

Saii said...

ohh that's very sweet...

I'm sure he felt how you really understood..

Michelle said...

This poem is beautiful, Stella. I love how you emphasized the hurtful power of words. Some of our kids know that sad truth all too well. And your connection with them and their experiences made it all the more real. You really captured how hard it was to watch that scene in our room unfold. Choked me right up! Thank you for your writing..