After reading and listening to Amanda Gorman’s poem “The Hill We Climb” the poets from Latino Youth High School wrote their own letters. Whether it be to society, to the U.S., or to their own community, the poets describe the challenges being faced and how they felt about them. Enjoy!
dear social construct,
why should i have to hide who i love? why do i have to live in fear?
there’s no such thing as accepting without embracing.
We are at this current range
we are retained so low we should be enraged
we don’t like it but we don’t seem to make a change
we complain but that won’t make a change
we need to rearrange
I look around and no one is yet enraged
I find it too strange
Dear “patriots” of America,
Land of the free home of the Brave is what you say when I ask why you love this place, you tell me people we’re unamerican for being brave enough to travel thousands of miles through the scorching desert and freezing Waters. You tell us to speak American when were free enough to speak our native tongue. You hate the idea of not being a free country, yet you try to take it from women who aren’t ready to be mothers, from people who love a little differently than you, from those brave enough to live the dream you take for granted, what’s so unamerican about risking your life to live the american dream.