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By Emmanuel G., from Mexico
Somewhere in Mexico, people supposedly advocate for indigenous people’s rights, but they also use the word “Indian” derogatively
Somewhere in Mexico, people complain about policemen mediocrity when they have bribed them at least once
Somewhere in Mexico people fight to outlaw cock and bullfighting, but, oh, surprise! no one remembers the 43 missing students
Somewhere in Mexico people remember world cup ’70, but no one knows about ‘68
Somewhere in Mexico people are concerned about narco traffic, but they love Corridos.
Somewhere in Mexico people hate the government, but they would sell their vote for 500 pesos. Somewhere in Mexico a kid knows every soccer player from every team, but you ask him about national heroes, he knows nothing.
Somewhere in Guanajuato
By Braulio T., from Guanajuato, Mexico
Somewhere in Guanajuato… Alcoholism is all around teenagers, girls, boys, all trying to escape.
Somewhere in Guanajuato… is happening a war in the streets and the people don’t know what.
Somewhere in Guanajuato… a person is dying for consume drugs and a family is losing a father, a mother, a son, a brother or sister.
Somewhere in Guanajuato… a man is with another woman that isn’t his wife.
Somewhere in Guanajuato, in Mexico and in the world… someone is listening other people and learning new thing that never is going to forget.
Somewhere in Mexico
By Anibal G., from Mexico
Somewhere…
Somewhere in Mexico
there are a lot of teenagers
that drink and consume drugs
to forget their problems
Somewhere in Mexico
the women are under pressure
by their husbands and they can’t
be free
Somewhere in Mexico the corruption
is present and there are a lot of
people that are affected by it
Somewhere in Mexico there are
a lot of people that want to follow
other way to be different and become
a better person
Somewhere in Mexico
By Aida, from Jalisco, Mexico
Somewhere in Mexico someone is killed
Somewhere in Mexico are some people
talking about justice, but they are not doing anything
Somewhere in Mexico are kids join into ganga
Somewhere in Mexico people are raped and killed
Somewhere in Mexico people talk more than what they do
Somewhere in Mexico are people dying for food, home, love, etc
Somewhere in Jalisco people represent the good things about Mexico
Somewhere in Jalisco places shows the way how we are rich
Somewhere in Jorotepec are people raped for money
Somewhere in Jocotepec are people breaking the law
Somewhere in the world some people see that every country, every state, every city have the same problems, but look like they are different.
Somewhere in Penjamo
By Andrea O., from Penjamo, Mexico
Somewhere in Penjamo
kids are having fun
moms are caring for their kids
dads are anxious to go back home with their families
Somewhere in Penjamo
teachers are in classes teaching new things
students are doing homework
people are reading something interesting
Somewhere in Penjamo
kids are living on the street
moms have to wok all day to give food to their kids
dads are involved in drugs
Somewhere in Penjamo
teachers are not doing their work
students are not learning
people are doing bad things
Somewhere in Penjamo
students and kids are consuming drugs
moms and dads aren’t doing something to help them
people are dying
But somewhere in Penjamo people are trying to help them.
Somewhere in Penjamo
By Atziri G., from Penjamo, Mexico
Somewhere in Penjamo
there are people
that are so smart and
help other people move on.
Somewhere in Penjamo
there are a lot people
that want studying
and help the community
Somewhere in Penjamo
there a lot of people
that like playing sports and are so good
Somewhere in Penjamo
there are families where
you can look that
there are values
Somewhere in Penjamo
there are a lot of places
which are very important
because their represent the community.
Remember
By Ella V.N., from Teen Ink
Do you remember me?
Once a pretty little girl
Dumb with innocence,
In love with a demon
In a little black dress.
Do you remember me?
My eyes once shone
With the dark of death,
For that demon inside me
Had poison on its breath.
Do you remember me?
The demon took over,
Gave my body to hell.
It drowned me in its
Blood-stained love,
And down and down
We fell.
Do you remember me?
The demon was its own demise,
Pushed me so hard I broke the skies.
I was dumb but you were too,
And somehow you didn’t realize
That if I died, you did too.
Oh demon, I know you remember me,
For there’s a piece of you
In my soul,
Just as there’s a piece
Of me
In you.
Hey Commander,
By Jessie G., from Teen Ink
Can you unplug me?
I need to leave this place, be freed.
I’m run with wires
and stationed here
Watching as the world devolves
Please! I just need some privacy
I cannot watch this tragedy
The power’s out, I feel so helpless
Can’t you see?
I’m a hopeless nothing
in the midst of chaos
The world is falling and I’m
stuck here
to watch the downfall
of society
Hey Commander,
Can you unplug me?
I need to find some kind of safehouse
To hide away on this doomsday
from this apocalyptic anarchy.
Young Flexer Coming Up
By Dylan,from St. Luke’s Boys and Girls Club
They call me big D
no one can ever dribble like me
they love the way I flow
they also love the way the beat go
people think I dribble slow
come guard and see how long yo ankles can go
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By Ashunii, Mt. Pleasant Boys and Girls Club
Allow me to introduce myself
They call me the drawing writer
on the high wire
the painter
the basketball player
the runner
the walker
the Simon says
the Fox player