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Dulce Santiago Poem
By : Dulce Santiago
“ I can ”
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when they were ripping my skin and soul
When I was trying to scape, my horrible childhood
When my only friend was the silence
When I was trying to, cope in with the world
Why couldn’t you drag me, and tell me “everything will be okay”
Why couldn’t you give me the spark of joy to my heart that I much needed
I was like a lost child at Walmart , searching for her mom
Why couldn't you just give me what I wanted
Why couldn’t I have a “ good job” or “ a pat in the back”
Why couldn’t you just tell me I could have everything if I worked hard for it
Instead of handing me out “ You cants “
and drowning me with negativity and no hope
Well guess what
“I can dad”
I can triumph without a man on my side and away from the Hispanic stereotype
I can not have a child in my womb
but what I can’t have is your negativity
I can do things, my mom didn’t have the chance to do
I can finally speak for myself
I can , have a job and do what I love to do
I can go to college
but lastly I can make you proud like i’ve been trying to for the past 14 years.
Copyright © Dulce Santiago | Year Posted 2015
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Dulce Santiago Poem
Last night I burned my mom's Tamales !
I can't tell you how much I regret it !
It was about 12:30 p.m when I sat there waiting for them to cook
But waiting wasn't any luck
I was attracted by this beast
It captured me like it knew me ...
I was attacked and out of sight for 2 hours
Last night I burned my moms tamales!
Yes it was 2:00a.m
When my mom screamed, Dulce !
I was awakened by a scream with a smell
I was too dreamy and sleepy I could barley tell
So I decided to make a poem about how
Last night I burned my moms Tamales..
Copyright © Dulce Santiago | Year Posted 2015
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Dulce Santiago Poem
" How I love my English Class"
By: Dulce Santiago
To the people that make me smile in my English class.
Oh they joy they bring, to my tiny little heart.
Oh the excitement to be in my class makes me cry.
Their amazing voices full my life each day.
The eagerness, to see them completes me each day.
I really couldn’t think of a better class the my class.
I even created a song about them.
You should see my face, lights up as I enter the room.
They're an excellent class " Oh yes they are”.
They sure stay in task and always, respect Mrs. Lee.
So out standing and studious, and so friendly.
Oh! I wish my English Class could never end.
So I’d be stuck with this monstrous individuals I think not’.
I’d rather jump a cliff then bear hearing their conversations about pot.
Copyright © Dulce Santiago | Year Posted 2015
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Dulce Santiago Poem
I want to be loved for what I do.. I want to be cared for .. I want to be loved
I want to be cherished for me.
I want to find my happy place my moment to come out, transparent walls and transparent hearts.
I don't want to be loved I want to be cared for, to be proud to have and every time I get looked at to be like the first time I was, first set eyes on.
I don't want lies I want the truth I want honesty, loyalty and the creativity of content and morality of happiness.
I want to be loved, but not the way 7th graders " love" one another
I DON'T want to be loved, for my body use. I want, to dream big together, succeed together ....
Empowered one another
I don't want to be loved
- Dulce Santiago
Copyright © Dulce Santiago | Year Posted 2016
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Dulce Santiago Poem
I don't believe in love because...
My family, who is ought to " LOVE" you has stabbed me in the back
I don't believe in love because ....
I've gotten my heart broken to many times
I don't believe in love because ...
Every time I give someone my all they give me a reason why I shouldn't
I don't believe in "LOVE" because ... I learned that it's better to use your brain rather then your heart.
Copyright © Dulce Santiago | Year Posted 2016
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