Frida

Before we went away for our Fall Break, I issued a challenge to all my Spanish students to write a poem about a famous Hispanic. Katie, not only stepped up to the challenge, but exceeded it with this wonderful poem. Enjoy!


Frida

full of tragedy
full of pain
that's all my life is..
pain.

it started in the beginning
my body was so sick
my body was stricken
but i got back up, i survived.

then my luck hit me again.
it pierced my stomach,my spine, my foot my leg
my life.
i will not let this bring me down, it will not claim my life.

that accident , that bus,
that cost me my world.
i was strong, i'm told.
i rose up, i towered over my scars

i painted my feelings,
i painted my pain
people saw it in my pieces.
people saw my hurt.

then i saw him
him who would bring me lower
he broke my heart
he hurt my life.

they cut it off.
the pain was cut off.
although the leg was still there,
the pain remained

my people shared my pain.
they took my pain, my agonizing life
my life was weak, my life was hard.
but i was strong

i paint myself
because i am so often alone
because i am the subject
i know best.