For a school assignment I decided to write this poem that I want you guys to read and just to tell me what you think. Thanks!
Mi maestra dije –My Teacher Said
           Go home and write
           A page tonight
           And let that page come out of you—
           Then it will be true.
But now I wonder if anything is real or a dream
Who am I is all I think about at night.
I am a person, just like everyone here
I have my faults and dreams – my hopes and fears.
I am the brightest hue among those who are but grey
Those who blend to create scenery but don’t stand out.
           I am the cup that stays half filled or half empty
           Because I try to keep an open heart to all things.
I have found no home – no place to call my own
Until I realized my home is everywhere.
As long as the wind pushes me and the people greet me with smiles
And the dances salsa and the moon will always be the same.
           I am everyone and everything
           For their stories weave my very being
           I am this page which I write upon
           With much frustration.
No one said that life was easy – or how the moon was made
           No one explained how love is decided – or which is the right way
The cross roads here are thick with confusion as the people pass me by
           But I do my best to ignore all the jests and continue
On this rugged journey for blind hope drives me, or the sweet taste of freedom
When it comes to likes
I prefer the fish.
I like to learn new things
And continue with the old,
           To have my heart broken
           To remember I still have hope.
           I like to have music as a part of me
           And see my family smile as they’re proud.
The trips are vast
But possibilities more and more grow
Into a want
For something great.
My hopes contain those of my fellow people:
           World peace, love, happiness, and wealth
But I have seen reality.
           Now I hope my old friend will catch up and chat with me
Maybe he’ll take my hand and lead me away to my fears.
           This world was not meant for me
Something greater will quench the thirst of Joy.
           So look away – my dear parents won’t see
As Death kisses me with cold lips and holds me close.
           Only he shall know my fears and dreams
And finally
           I will be free
To be me.