Text Box: "Hijos del Maíz"

Hijos del maíz
Children of the Corn
I always meant to tell you
when I saw u composing the nucleus of a computer,
pulling bananas up a hill w/ur stomach,
picking strawberries, sowing wool sweaters,
cutting corn.

I always meant to tell the rest of the world
you worked night shifts even tho u knew
the chemicals could morph ur body into the dirt
underneath the rich men's feet.
u told me "Yo quiero que tu vivas"
"I want u to live".
so , u sacrificed your body across a 90
degree desert.
Blistering feet, swolen eyes from blue skies w/no sleep.
now she works.
underneath the moonlight.
gaining life with the sweat of your forehead.
lips are unable to feed her thirst.
Instead they order you along with 80 women,
to move ur fingers in a sycronized pattern
as if u were typing 90
words/minute for 12 years w/out stopping.
extending ur hands towards the
red and white stripes
for ever devoting your existence to
taking a needle between ur thumb
and index finger
stitching 50 blank stars
to cloth the color of blue skies w/no sleep.
extending your hands towards the nation who was unaware that
ur existence was for ever devoted
to stitching 50 daily new
fabricated stories that tried to make;
death, starvation and sickness
blend in to the rest of the untold truths
kept underneath red and white stripes with white stars for
the better future of your boss and his clients

And I always meant to tell you
the squared pieces of cloth ur scared hands once created
were bought on a street stand.
each one was sold for the price of five dollars,
the equivalent to ten years that could have been added to ur life
expectancy, but instead
today on July 4th.
after 12 years of your work
the flag of the nation who
took away ur last breath at the price of 12 cents
is waved proudly in the air by consumers
who are unaware that underneath
the products they buy
there are hidden stories of
sweatshops and exploitation.
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Jessica Ruiz

I was blessed growing up to have parents and a Godmother who were my most dedicated advocates.  My parents believed in having contact with my teachers during the good and bad.  My parents wanted to know how I was doing academically and behaviorally.  Sometimes our educators do not realize how they are able to impact students negatively or positively.  Still to this day, I remember a teacher who told my mother that I was not high school material not alone, college material.  This teacher told my mother this when I was in middle school. Believe it or not, that comment has been my motivation and it keeps me focused on my goals.  I can proudly say that those who believed in me and never accepted the words,” she won’t and she can’t were able to witness some of my personal accomplishments. 

 Let’s face it, not everyone has the same opportunities, access to services and parents who may know how to maneuver the system.  For children and parents who are not educated in how the school system works may have limited access to services which causes children to slip through the system. 

 I have witnessed firsthand, attending meetings with parents who have limited education and how some teachers talk down to parents.  This has left some parents feeling hopeless.  This occurs fairly frequently to many minority children.  It is interesting how Madison brags about how they embrace diversity. Who are they embracing? Blacks? Latinos? Asians? LGBT? Native American’s? The poor? The rich? , etc... 

The next time you are in your classroom, look around to see who is sitting next to you. Black students especially are losing in the classroom.  It is important that the community plays a more active role in the education system besides acknowledging that school system is failing Black and Latino children.  It is time that we start doing something about this problem and come together actively to combat this tragedy.

Remember, do not hesitate to hold the education system accountable to make sure that our kids are getting the education they deserve. 

Clarissa Pearson