Jocelyn Lemus
“untitled.”
the sensation of being in a box full of polluted air killing the soft lungs inside me.
my hands full of wet blisters peeling, como las naranjas frescas de un árbol.
the sensation of fire dripping from my forehead, oh no! that is just sweat.
my back aching from the hunches, nunca como el dolor de una madre dando luz.
the sensation of what we call “pain” eating at our fresh like if there was no tomorrow.
my family, they are who i dig floors for, los que me hacen luchar para seguir.
the feeling of chemicals and oils penetrating my dry skin.
my life is not the one i asked for, pero nunca reniego por lo que Dios me dío.
the world where i cannot be myself without being judge.
cuéntame lo que te hace seguir, y yo te hablo más con detalles.
let me be your immigrant.
let me penetrate my dark and dry feet into the dirt of “your” land.
let me carve my initials on your brown wooden porch.
let me scare you with the color of my skin.
let me wear my hoodie while walking down your street.
let me look at you with my bare eyes, just to scare you away.
i’ll let you assume the worst of me.
i’ll let the world paint me an image of myself.
let me be your favorite American.
let me wear your colors.
let me bleach my skin.
let me eat your apple pies.
let me breathe.
i am your American now.
Review:
When we are given information, as humans we either decide to expand on those ideas or to let it be the way it is. Being able to only choose one piece of poetry was incredibly difficult for me because all of them create their own image. Therefore, I decided to implement imitations from five different poems we read and analyzed in this course. These are the top five poems my imitation skills were able to take upon:
“My Brother at 3AM” by Natalie Diaz
“The Tired Worker” by Claude McKay
“To President-Elect” by Javier Zamora
“Mexicans Begin Jogging” by Gary Soto
“Queens, 1963” by Julia Alvarez
To begin with, when creating this poem I used my ability to connect between different poems we did in our class. To give a broader meaning of this imitation I created and gathered up the ideas of free-verse with a pinch of five different poems. It’s like a pizza, with five different toppings, each defining the meaning of the flavor. I mean, who wouldn’t put so many toppings on a pizza?
To elaborate, the reason my imitation defines the original text of those different poem above, it’s because my poem depicts different sets of audiences with inverted meanings. For instance, it gives the perspective of an immigrant worker and their mentality. But, my poem also elaborates to how the perspectives of African Americans. It varies as one reads it. There’s so many meaning to it, one must dig deep to understand. Every single detail matters in a piece of art. This poem demonstrates a modern piece that is able to formulate how immigrants and African-Americans feel about their race and about the way they define themselves. The Spanish translation means a lot when one finishes reading the poem. It shows how those who were not appreciated and accepted for their roots, shifted to Americanization because they believed that was the only salvation to that land.
Now, you may ask how does each poem formulate the imitated poem of mine’s.
Well let me just begin, “My Brother at 3AM” is a symbol of self-identity and I was able to depict that message and shape it onto my poem. I was able to demonstrate how the identity of the poem was extremely changing as one keeps reading it. You go from being yourself to being someone else’s satisfaction just to fulfill their expectations. We hide inside the mask for so long that it becomes a habit. Some times we are strictly told to be this be that, which discourages is to even praise who we truly are. We soon become so overwhelmed by what we are being told, that we decide to glue on the mask onto our face, so we don’t get the urge to take it off and show our real self because of judgement and discrimination.
For the next three poems, “The Tired Worker,”To President-Elect, and “Mexicans Begin Jogging” these elaborate the imitation onto my poem by giving the perspective of an immigrant with or without papers. My poem describes how one is being asked to be in such land without being oppressed by it. It’s about being able to ask for acceptance of who they are and being giving it. All these poems shape my imitation because, “The Tired Worker” talks about how one is so stuck in the norms of their life, which is to work and work. That’s how an immigrant feels in America, like as if their days have no difference. This also refers to the poem of “Mexicans Begin Jogging” because even though someone has papers, they aren’t considered American either. As much as that person wants to believe it, society doesn’t allow it. They are forbidden to become any type of American. And, “To President-Elect” that was also another imitation onto my poem, because this one refers to how one has to run and has to survive the biggest pieces of life in order to keep going. My poem demonstrates how one is running, but they stop due to society and their expectations.
The last connection and imitation that I dedicated to my poem was given from “Queens,1963.” I became inspired when this poem talked about the oppression the black people felt inside a community of whites or other races that were not so dark skin. My poem gives out the imitation of this poem because I elaborate on how blacks are not welcomed to walk down the street of certain communities because they are seen as a target and a threat.
I used my ability to implement strategies into my poem in order to master the imitation. Even though it’s not perfect, I tried implementing figurative devices into the free-verse, and I’ve give it an audience and I used third person to make it seem as more serious among the reader.
La im stly, one may noticed that the title of this poem is “untitled.” The reason why I decided to title my poem this way it’s because it shapes the meaning of the poem. It allows the reader to understand that when one person goes through discrimination and/or oppression in so many ways, it is so much harder to find a way out of it. We try to pin the needles into our skin in order to figure out how to sow the pieces of what and who we really are. It wasn’t always about the way we view ourselves, but about the way the world viewed us. As humans we stand in a position where if society doesn’t accept us, then no one will, not even ourselves. Being untitled is where I stand if I don’t fit in any culture, not even on my own roots then why even try.
Acceptance was our salvation.