I am from the dirt that my people sweep off their sidewalk.
From the streets of harsh death and life consuming drugs;
starvation and failure that makes helplessness seem like
a small stream of hope.
I am from back breaking work and tear streaked cheeks.
I am from rags and dirty hands.
From criticism and doubts that break your faith before you begin to believe
From encouragement and goals.
Rough hands and ink stained fingers.
I am from loud thoughts but quiet lips.
From polite smiles and meaningful looks.
I am from those who let go to be adopted by the better.
I am from a love greater than the heated passion and lust of two lovers.
From broken friendships and an incomprehensible excitement.
I am from the darkness consumed by those foul and sinister.
But brightened by the melodious words of those who believe.
I am from the misery that breaks you…
And the hope that keeps you alive.
Blanca Ruiz, Dumas High School
Published by permission © 2010
