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I wrote this poem to present it in “Expresiones,” which is an annual celebration at Wesleyan during Hispanic Heritage Month, which takes place every September. I decided to write about my country because I wanted people to know what was happening. In July of 2024, there was a presidential election, and all Venezuelans were looking …
This photo was taken at a Portuguese bakery in Miami, Florida, on August 18th, 2023, the day of my sister’s birthday. Although we don’t live in Miami—we actually live in Georgia—Miami feels like a second home to us. It has everything we love: tropical weather, beautiful beaches, a Latin community, and, of course, bakeries. Specifically, …
This reflection was actually a proposal that I made for a grant to help a group of elders in two cities in Venezuela, San Antonio de los Altos and Margarita, since the current situation in Venezuela and the massive migration, especially from the youngest population leaving the elder population behind. Unfortunately, I did not get …
This piece is about migration, and in it, I am a Venezuelan trying to forget everything I lived through there (both the bad and the good). I am in a new country (it could be anywhere, not a specific location). I decide to turn on the radio, and the first thing I hear is the …
When I started at Wesleyan as a transfer student, I struggled for two reasons: first, it was my first time leaving my family, and second, there are cultural differences between Connecticut and Georgia. Even though I was in the same country, the educational system in Georgia is very different from the one in Connecticut. However, …
Activism in Exile was a Government course that I took during the spring semester of 2024 where I discovered that I have some potential for writing poetry, and it was because my professor asked me “Are you taking a creative writing course”? Since that day I have been writing about how I feel, and the …
I heard about an event where students could write a poem and share it with the people who were present, and I thought about writing one, and I did. Sadly, I could not attend, but one of the organizers read it in my name. Most of the time I am thinking about my past, my …
