{"id":3542,"date":"2018-03-09T15:32:04","date_gmt":"2018-03-09T19:32:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/crosscultural\/?p=3542"},"modified":"2018-04-09T10:45:11","modified_gmt":"2018-04-09T14:45:11","slug":"guatemala-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/intercultural\/2018\/03\/09\/guatemala-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Guatemala: Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hola m\u2019hija
\nAhorita llego
\nDe platicar con un ciego
\nPero voz fijo
\nSu coraz\u00f3n de fuego<\/p>\n

Perdi\u00f3 su visi\u00f3n
\nEn el a\u00f1o ochenta y siete
\nPor un accidente de cohete
\nCreando una fisi\u00f3n
\nEn ambos ojos y la mente<\/p>\n

Escuchame, me indicaba
\nEs el trig\u00e9simo primer a\u00f1o
\nDe vivir as\u00ed cotidiano
\nPero lo que me perjudica
\nNo es aquel da\u00f1o<\/p>\n

Lo que m\u00e1s me ha da\u00f1ado
\nEn estos treinta y un a\u00f1os
\nEs que cada ser humano
\nA quien he escuchado
\nLe toma la visi\u00f3n por sentado<\/p>\n

-Adam Moyer<\/p>\n


\n

Dirt floor and hanging corn
\nLush carpet and ceiling fan<\/p>\n

Candle light and wood fire
\nFlipped switch and microwave<\/p>\n

Wooden bed and shared room
\nMattress pad and closed door<\/p>\n

Tortilla making and mountain climbing
\nEating out and five cars<\/p>\n

Eight siblings and roaming chickens
\nNuclear family and backyard<\/p>\n

Outhouse and outdoor spigot
\nFlushing toilets and hot water<\/p>\n

Playing catch and manual labor
\nToy room and studying science<\/p>\n

Worn clothing and no education
\nFull closet and college degree<\/p>\n

Below poverty and pure joy
\nMiddle class and \u2026<\/p>\n

-Madeline Mast<\/p>\n


\n

Poems are freaking hard
\nHarder than living abroad
\nWe\u2019re already halfway done
\nTime flies when you\u2019re having fun
\nThere was AP, Douglas and Tucson
\nGuatemala City and Coban
\nAnd I almost forgot Atitlan
\nMy Spanish still sucks
\nBut who gives two ducks
\n(I write kid friendly poems)
\nI have experienced so many cultures
\nAnd seen the basurero with vultures
\nI have slept on planks of wood
\nAnd where people were massacred I have stood
\nThe people here have beautiful souls
\nThey\u2019ll keep giving you food when you\u2019re full
\nWhile they eat so little
\nAnd have so little
\nThe lucky ones have opportunity
\nAnd the rest live in poverty
\nYet they all wave and smile
\nWhile this gringo says \u201cbuenos\u201d and passes by<\/p>\n

-Lucas Miller<\/p>\n


\n

\"\"<\/a>Where is the oxygen
\nNot in my lungs
\nMy throat burns
\nStraining my legs
\nMy back
\nMy whole being
\nThese children
\nWe would label them poor
\nAnd yet here
\nIn this context
\nI\u2019m the poor one
\nLacking strong lungs
\nLegs that don\u2019t ache
\nWhen I pull myself
\nUp the mountain<\/p>\n

Where is my knowledge
\nOf using this bathroom
\nAnd sleeping on wood
\nI am poor
\nI have nothing
\nThat is useful here
\nIn this context
\nI am forced to think
\nA different way
\nFor to me they\u2019ve
\nAlways
\nBeen poor
\nBecause poor is just
\nºÚÁÏÕýÄÜÁ¿ money
\nBut being here
\nMy money means
\nNothing
\nAnd poor is about lack of
\nKnowledge and
\nAbility
\nAnd language<\/p>\n

-Jenna Heise<\/p>\n

\"Guatemala<\/a>