November 5th, 2010
This week’s poem comes from a student in Magnolia High School’s Puente Project, a college preparation program started in California high schools over twenty years ago. Robin Turner, a teacher at Magnolia and author of Greater Expectations: Teaching Academic Literacy to Underrepresented Students, still uses this poem with his students to explore culture-based writing.
by Lorena Camarena
Mi Mami y Papi offer me comida
The hands that serve the food;
Brown worked hands, filled with amor
Mole is brought to me.
Its fun spicky chicken comforts me inside.
I eat…I talk.
Pizza is the food for the students.
The hands that serve this food:
Gloved, educated, “successful,” hands.
The cold pizza is put in front of me.
I take a piece, with puddles of orange
grease on each pepperoni.
And put it in my mouth.
I eat…I study.
The undercooked piece is hard to chew.
My jaw is tired from chewing, yet this
demanding, hard pizza continues to
dran energy out of me.
I swallow the piece
This greasy taste stays with me.
I miss my mole’s sweet taste,
My heart will always long for
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