It's a beautiful word. It is a condition, a frame of mind, a concept--malaise is an attractive word. And though it may not incite emotion in the same way that "moist" would, it still manages to light my intellectual fire every time I imagine it. Malaise.
Boundaries. It is a dividing line that marks a limit of an area which can signify many different things. In the book BOUNDARIES by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend, they mentioned Emotional Space. It is a temporary boundary that gives your heart the space it needs to heal and feel safe. “People who have been in abusive relationships need to find a safe place to begin to “thaw out” emotionally”(Cloud Townsend,38). When reading this, a spark grew in my head. It was somewhat gratifying. I mean sounds logical but I never really practiced this boundary so it was something new for me.
My name is Edwin Jerez Gonzalez, and I was born on September 8, 1998 in Guatemala. The most important thing for me was to reach the United States - it was a dream and came true. I realized at that moment that I crossed the border was a moment of joy and great happiness and it was the best step I ever took in my life. That was very happy when I told my family that I was already in the United States in only three weeks.
My name is Elmer Alexander Guillén, and I am from El Salvador. For me, it is important to be happy and be with my family and friends. One important moment in my life was when I met my parents earlier this year. I had lived in El Salvador now whole life, but now I live with my parents in Red Hook, Brooklyn..
My name is Fabiel Pichardo and I am from Dominican republic. I was born on august 24th in santiago de los caballeros. I grew up with my grandmother and I thank God for the chance to live those moments with my family. Now I feel a little sad about the new city , new family , new friends but happy because I met my mother.
My name is Erline Charles and I am 18 years old. I from Haiti, and many things have happened in my life, such as losing many people in the earthquake, and eventually immigrating with my mother and brother.
My mother’s name is Carline Charles and my father’s name is Erick Charles. I don’t have a sister, but that’s okay, I have a brother named Stanley Charles. He likes soccer. My mother works in a restaurant, and I do have not grandparents because they have passed away.
rat-infested sewage tunnel
Greyhound bus terminal
Paid to take her to miami
Pray to show the way
Starved walking, a small factory
Dock under roof, sort tomatoes
Nanny of a thirteen year old
Feeding, remembering her own kids
Questioning, filled with sadness
Can’t contain grief, tear flow
Boxes filled with clothes and toys
Pictures in crisp shirt and shiny shoes
Misses less but doesn’t forget
Shock, confused, and anger
Disappearance is incomprehensible
Past few weeks, Enrique slept on the ground
Curled up with migrants
Leaped up while he’s looking around
two days without water
Throat felt as it was swelling shut, frothy with cow
Stagnant yellow water
so thirsty that it tasted wonderful
Migrants ride atop freight trains
Mexican police or by la migra
Journey through Mexico
Five days and 150 miles into Mexico
Made a mistake of falling asleep on top of train with shoes off
Police stopped the train near town of Tonala
Migrants hang on to the sides of cars,
trying to find a spot to perch.
there are more than two hundred on board
Enrique carefully considers,
which train he would be riding on
A small army
He could lie flat on the roof a boxcar and hide
Settles on a top of a hopper
Immigrants come illegally like enrique.
Migrants leave central america leaving drug violence.
Smugglers help enrique cross mexico to the north.
Millions of people leave violence and drugs.
Children, victims of violence, leave central america alone to come illegally to U.S.
Living illegally with a big fear, hiding from la “migra”
From central america to the north come alone research jobs money reach new live.
:jose es un amigo mio de la infancia que le gusta los deporte y no le gustan los problemas entre amigos y evitas las pelea como la del vecino
Dariel;nuestro vecino de la que se mudó nuevo hizo una fiesta
francisco fue una buena idea tratar de convencer al vecino que no cometiera este delito tan grande que iba a cometer en el dia de la fiesta la cual tuvo que terminar por muchas razones.
Phone to Honduras, he learns she is pregnant, (as he suspected) the daughter born on November 2.
Maria Isabel and Enrique name the baby Katerin Jazmin, the baby has Enrique's nose, mouth and eyes. The aunt Maria Isabel tell her to go to the United States alone, she promise to take care of his daughter.
"If I have the opportunity, I'll go, I'll leave my baby behind." Maria Isabel Says.
Enrique Agrees "We'll have to leave the baby behind."
I’m coming I’m coming to drop of my mother
Who finally allows her come
Jasmin run to the car
Maria isabel takes backpack
One picture of her daughter
Walks briskly into the bus terminal
She does not look back
She said It is all right
Bus Pulls out
Jasm’n waves and calls out Adios Mami
Money from enrique
Smuggler sneak her to pass borders
She was in back of the bus full of immigrant crowded like sardines
She was nervous from smuggler
When Enrique first arrives to the United States,
he promises himself two things:
to leave drugs behind
and to bring his daughter to the north,
Enrique brings his daughter Jasmin
Maria Isabel sobs and embraces her daughter.
Enrique treats her very good, watches tv shows with her
and her grandmother Loudes says,
“Everything that I lost with Enrique,
I am enjoying with Jasmin.”
A candidate’s the color of my hair,
Yet he shouts of deporting immigrants.
Illegals! Illegals! It’s like a swear,
Because he lacks his due diligence.
No wonder then, that the youth of today,
Fight in the streets for two different old men.
They look at America in dismay,
And ask themselves, how it all can happen,
That a country that made it to the moon,
On less RAM than you need on a math test,
Has spoken, and chose this mad old buffoon?
He would be naught but an unwelcome guest,
In that venerable house of a leader,
Where he’d put in nothing but fe-ar.
A Daughter’s Feelings:
A found poem by Yailyn Munoz
Adapted from Enrique’s Journey
Runs toward her mother when she sees her.
”Mami!” She cries.
Sobs and embraces.
Crooked teeth, curly hair, and a big smile.”
Keeps her distance from Enrique.
”He is your father,” Maria Isabel insists.
Enrique tried to bridge the divide by spoiling his daughter.
Grows closer to her father.
“You are my girl,” Enrique says.
Inseparable from her grandmother.
Spend time together.
May 31, 2016
“I can’t miss it,”
Enrique says to himself.
How can he escape?
Migrants agents are standing nearby.
Sees an old bicycle, he climbs on top.
Jumps and the soles of his feet smack onto the ground.
Before La Migra notice.
Enrique runs back toward the cemetery
To hide until ten am
On this day, March 26, 2000.
Enrique grabs one of its ladder,
Summons his strength and pulls himself up.
He is aboard.
Mr. De Jesus/ Assistant Principal: A dedicated, caring man in his mid 40’s. He is well-liked by the students and might even be considered cool by some (but not as cool as Mr. D).
Mom/Albania: 37 years old. The mother of 3 children. She is a great mother, who works hard to provide for her children.