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Youth uses poetry to express feelings about love, violence, awareness

Thursday, February 1st, 2018

two red heart on mash steel with blur tennis court outdoor**Please note this entry contains language and material that might be triggering for some readers.

The poems below were written by Isabelle Izea-Martinez, a participant in Casa de Esperanza’s youth leadership program, Fuerza Unida Amig@s. The author wrote the poems for an 8th grade communications class, which called for students to write about issues that matter to them. Isabelle saw this as an opportunity to raise awareness and talk about teen dating violence and sexual assault at school. She has given permission for the poems to be published in honor of Teen Dating Violence Awareness and Prevention Month.

Love is not

By Isabelle Martinez-Izea

Love is not feeling uncomfortable
Love is not being afraid
Love is not being scared to go home
Love is not being scared of your partner
Love is not restrictions of who you hang out with
Love is not having bruises covering your body
Love is not crying yourself to sleep
Love is not flinching when they raise their hand
Love is not touching without consent
Love is not being abused

 

No Means No

By Isabelle Martinez-Izea

It was a normal day at the park
With our feet in the soft luscious sand
But there was an incident involving hands
There was absolutely no consent

A little innocent fifth grade girl
Playing a game they said would be fun
But once she was touched she began to run
But the stupid game was in fact not fun

She stood there and thought what happened
The memory came back once again
And she knew she knew she had to tell someone
Before the problem would end

She cried a river that could never end
Those stupid hands will never touch again
The memory of him still remains
She will never look at him the same again

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  1. Patti Tototzintle says:

    Special thanks to Isabelle for sharing her poetry. And for doing this as part of an assignment for her class. Others can learn and feel and remember Isabelle’s words!

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