Carolina de Cerrito
I wish I could be called by my
nombre verdad, my true name.
In Mexico I was called Carolina de Cerrito
In the US they call me Carol Hill
My parents brought me here when I was small
We came at night in the back of a truck
I dont remember, I was just told
Carolina now you are Carol,
this is a better place you will go to school
become a doctor, a nurse, a teacher.
Forget the mole y tamale, arroz con pollo,
los canciones.
I went to school and earned good grades
learned the Star Spangled Banner.
Now I want to study to be a teacher
but I can’t because I came in a truck and can’t forget
the flavors, the songs or my true name.
Now I am called a Dreamer.
Ms Q asked us to change our name and say what this person wished for. I thought of this story because I am working on a fundraiser that will give part of the proceeds to an organization that helps young people who came here illegally as a child and can’t get an education because of their immigrant status. They are of course called “Dreamers.”
My grandmother’s story was very similar. Her name was changed when she attended school because it was obviously Native American. Am so glad that in today’s world there are organizations that help these young people who must be torn as the persona in your poem relates.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/29/wish-to-be-a-perfect-poet-with-a-bit-of-self-talk/
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Oh I hope you have written her story or she has. These are important to capture.
Most of us were immigrants at one time or another and this we need to remember!
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Very powerful and poignant tale, Carol; thank you.
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Thank you Lynn. It seemed important to walk in another’s shoes.
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I have always wondered how changing one’s name affected a person. My mother’s Sicilian parents named her Annunciata, after the Annunciation of the Virgin Mary. The school in Omaha, Nebraska changed it to Nancy. I imagine everyone’s story is different. My cousins and I laugh about our forebears settling in Omaha????
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Seems other’s have similar stories. I like to be Carolina sometimes even though I’m very Anglo It makes me feel light and dancy! Interestingly I had an Aunt called Omah who was from Omaha!
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Onward! Carolina. Dream the world awake.
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That’s my plan Miz Q!
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It seems lately that I am learning so much about other’s culture and where they came from and why…We need this education…
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Well Happy to provide it! My Daughter majored in Latin American Studies..She educates me.
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This has got to be a favorite of your for me!! Bravo!!!
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Not sure it is a poem but it seemed a story that needed to be told. I must say gracias Hannah for the Bravo that is high praise.
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And don’t ever forget any of them… Keep those dreams alive!
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Bueno Stan 🙂 Gracias
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