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Best Poems Written by Isabel Laracuente

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Racist Assumptions

You're a sick witch
Do you realize what you've done?
The family doesn't trust him
Now that you've gone and said something dumb
I see the looks they give him
And he didn't even want to come
But at that one Hanukah party
You had a bit too much fun

I know what you really are
You're a racist with no soul
Just because my dad is dark
You wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole
Yes, I am fairer than he is
He may be darker, but you're heart is coal
If you want to be proud of yourself, go ahead
Because your idiocy has taken its toll

You think you're better because you're white
But the truth is there is no such thing as race
We are all humans and we are all one family
And that is the reality you have to face
I'll scream at the top of my lungs, need be
Bind my hands, fill my eyes with mace
My father would never hurt me, you racist jerk
The only thing he'd ever do is give me an embrace

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How Do You Still Not Know Me

How do you still not know me?
After all the years of taking care of me
You were my parent half of my life
And you've always loved me very deeply

I appreciate all the presents and favors
I appreciate how you saved my family from death
And I acknowledge that without you,
I never would've taken a breath

Yet, you try to change me over and over
Even though I am unbreakable
You always tried to tear me from my dreams
Yet I have always been unshakable

My dream is to let the world hear my voice
You always tell me it is unattainable
You try to tell me what career I should take
Do you really think I am trainable?

I have tried to bring my pain
Into the light with notes upon notes
You read them and dismissed them
It's as if you thought they were anecdotes

My feelings are real, and I always wonder
How do you not see my pain when you tell me I can't
I hear it every day in many different forms
I might as well have been born an ant

You crush me and my hopes
By telling me they're silly thoughts
I can't open up to you, I wish I could
But just meeting your stare has my stomach in knots

I wish you would love me and accept me
That's exactly what a grandfather should be
But you let one question stir in my head,
How do you still not know me?

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The Unrealistic Jealousy My Father Believes In

I come home from school, angry at the world, as usual
People don't talk to me or show respect but I shouldn't care
I ask my father why because he is all I have
"They're jealous that you're better than them"

"You're insane" I say because, well, why else
People can't possibly think I'm better than them
They don't notice me, they don't talk to me,
Maybe some try but I don't see a potential friendship

I should be used to this, shouldn't I
No one talking to me, never being noticed
I shouldn't care, some kids are just weird
"They're jealous that you're more mature"

"That's not true" I say because, well, why else
I can get silly, I have a strong inner child
I can be very, very immature when I'm with my few friends
You have too much hope in me, father

Maybe I put myself down too much, I don't truly know
I mean I have skills, possibly talents
But I can never accept the compliments
"They're jealous you're not afraid to show your talents"

I'm not the bravest person ever but I don't mind showing off
Give me a mic and I will sing to my heart's desire
Play some music and I will dance until my lungs give out
Give me a pen and paper and I will show you the pen is mightier than the sword

So Papi, give me some time and I might believe you
You are slowly giving me confidence, the self-esteem I need
It will not happen overnight, I still think I'm nothing extraordinary
But I may one day believe in the unrealistic jealousy you believe in

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A Life Made of Music

Heart beats with each note
Music playing in my ears
I dance with each chord

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The Real Modern Family

The real modern family
Does not have perfect children
Does not have two loving, married parents
Does not keep in touch
Does not love everyone else in the family
Does not have children of the same parents
Does not have a perfect past
Does not have a perfect future

The real modern family
Has children that are arrested, do drugs, and keep secrets
Has parents that fight when they see each other
Has not seen many family members in a while
Has hatred and resentment strewn about
Has step-kids, adopted kids, and kids we consider family
Has a crummy past with small happy moments
Has more hurdles to jump with small happy moments

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Day of Silence

I should’ve prepared
For this vow of silence
But I had no idea
Today was for alliance

You’re bullied and torn
And words are buried
By the close minded ones
Who make themselves adversaries

Why tear down others
Because of their love
Some dude doesn’t like them
Who isn’t here but up above

A coward’s excuse
Is to say, “What if it spreads?”
You were gay from the beginning
Don’t deny what’s in your head

We are humans and lovers
Belonging to the same nouns
You fear my love of both genders
Turn that frown upside down

Because I won’t love you
If you can’t love humans back
We are silent today
Due to the acceptance you lack

Dedicated to the GLSEN Day of Silence
I promise to participate next year

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Sleepy Morning In the Car

The sun hurts my eyes
Too bad there aren’t blinds
But I shouldn’t be complaining right now

We’re on a long drive
And I didn’t get much sleep last night
But I shouldn’t be complaining right now

Cause someday you won’t be here
To take me away from my worries
So I will cherish every moment
And remember them with tears in my eyes

The air in here smells like sleep
And the world feels like it’s a dream
But it’s just a quiet morning in the car

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No Approval Here

“I don’t want or need anyone’s approval”
And I used to think I was the immature teen
I’m your daughter, I should matter
But you’re a lost cause, sorry to be mean

Why’d you have me?
What made you think you could handle it?
You had smarter ways out
Instead of such a rocky way to quit

You now have a new man
Of course, who else would you have?
I’m sorry for the both of you
You‘re a poison made of two halves
You get angry when others help
Do you do it for laughs?

I’m sick of giving myself up
I’m not guilty anymore
I tried my best, I’ll live
While you’re stuck far from shore
My thoughts fueled the water
Making the tears pour
Now drown in your lies and hate
For I shall not listen your words of war

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The Plea

"Baby, don't leave me."
The mother said to the child
The mother was all the child knew
The mother needed the child's smile

The child didn't know the hell before it
The road to hell was paved in manipulation
The hell was a place the child never knew
A place that gave many lacerations

The mother never wanted a baby
All the mother wanted was a friend
But the child, she could mold it
The child, she could twist and bend

The mother could make the child stay
Let it be warm and let it feed
The child knew naught before its rescue
All the child knew was the plea

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Father Over the Phone

I have little memories of you as a child
Of course, the memories are being formed now
Mama never held onto a job, I'm sorry
You pledged to help each other but she forgot the vow

You were always working when I was little
I loved hearing your voice when I was feeling alone
You were basically my best friend
You were basically my father over the phone

You will never know I wrote this because
Well, you're too damn protective
But you're just trying to keep me
From online stalkers playing detective

I have gone through heartbreak
Because of those close to me
But you're rare bear hugs
Made me not fear and flee

I wish Mama had helped you more
But I know this is now a better home
Now I can see you every day
You're no longer my father over the phone

Dedicated to my amazing, hard-working father.