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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