Marginalization in Society

Marginalization in Society

The poem “Everyday We Get More Illegal” by Juan Felipe Herrera captures the struggles, complexities, and humanity of individuals grappling with the realities of immigration, challenging the legitimacy of the immigration laws in the United States. The poem uses a powerful metaphor of a peach tree, rising and falling with fruit while sparrows fight over it. This metaphor symbolizes the resilience of life, even in the face of adversity and struggle. Herrera draws attention to the harsh realities faced by immigrants in the United States, where laws and detention cells become oppressive forces that separate families and marginalized communities. The poet’s carefully selected language infuses the poem with urgency and momentum. Read more

Poetry Seminar Responses

The Land of The Free” – Response to Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

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America. The land of the free.

That is what we set out to be.

But the American dream was an American nightmare

It turned out to be a nightmare, indeed

We pledge allegiance to the flag

We pledge liberty for all

But where was that pledge

When you watched us fall?

The only stars we saw in the sky were on the flag

Of the country that imprisoned us

They bruised and beat down all of our own

How did we call this our home?

Why do we call this our home?

It is our home as much as it is yours.

Our blood and our tears watered the crops

Filled the rivers, stained the streams

That sustained this so-called land of the free

But this land of the free did not sustain me

The land of the free. What does that mean?

And why can’t those called the free include me?

What was my crime that caused me to be chained?

Was I guilty of being? Guilty of breathing?

Nobody chose to stand up for me. 

But now I ask you to stand up with me.

With all for freedom comes freedom for all

A true freedom that lasts. A freedom that matters.

From the mountaintop to the big city

From the Great Plains to great rivers

Regardless of culture, race, or colour

From the rich to the poor

An America where everyone can be free. That is all I ask for.

This is a poem responding to the poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes. My response starts off by introducing this notion of America being the land of the free. However, without naming a particular group, the narrator starts introducing the idea that it is not truly free. Much like the poem I was responding to, I decided to not assign an ethnicity or minority to the narrator in order to keep it relatable for all of the oppressed.

“The Same” – Response to We Shoot Children Too, Don’t We by Dan Almagor

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We are the same. We are all the same.

We bleed, sweat, and breathe same.

The difference is we’re better simply because we are

We have the right, it’s our duty.

But what divine being gave us the right,

who, what, gave us the right

to laugh at their shrieks, to their screams,

are we really defending when we do these things?

Why do we raise our weapons against the weaponless?

This is not right.

And now we teach children to take up our fight.

Is this right? Is it not wrong?

That we teach ours to shoot theirs for singing their nation’s song?

Why do we teach them to throw stones and bombs at others?

They should throw stones to skip along the river

where now blood flows, human crimson streams

which carry their dead’s broken dreams

The dead; men, women, and children who lived.

Do you think our actions can be forgived?

When people die, children cry

but why don’t we cry when children die?

This is a poem responding to the poem “We Shoot Children Too, Don’t We”. This was a very impactful poem showing the sense of humanity lost in the conflict ensuing between Israel and Palestine. Criticizing Israel’s actions against the people of Palestine, the poet demonstrates that we are all human. Through my poem, I attempt to encapsulate the same basic principle; we are all human and deserve to be treated as such.

Perfect Barbie / Imprisoned from Society

Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She had finally sought to start afresh,
Cutting off all her insecurities,
And her once soft flesh.

She smiled in her pain;
However she saw a new chance,
With a new lovely face and body,
A time for perhaps romance.

But everyone laughed and mocked,
For how could one be so fake.
Little did they know these words stook,
And caused her to break.

Personal Response to the Poem Barbie Doll By: Marge Piercy

In the poem, Caged Bird, the readers can assume that the poet, Maya Angelou, depicts herself by juxtaposing the two kinds of birds: one is caged and the other is free. By delineating the actions of both of these birds, Maya Angelou portrays to her readers how she feels – since she considers herself as caged – which is depicted through the free bird. In a sense, she dreams about freedom and so the entire poem can be seen through that lens. In the opening stanza of the poem, Maya Angelou uses words such as ‘leaps’, ‘dips’, ‘dares’, ‘claims’, and ‘floats’ in order to explain to the reader the characteristics of a free bird and what that bird is capable of doing and achieving. The readers can feel a sense of longing through these words and structure, as if Maya Angelou aspires to be that bird one day, to leap through the tyrannical society, through their customs and their rules, and to ‘claim the sky’. In this sense, one can understand that the ‘sky’ here would allude to the sense of freedom; a place with no sort of boundaries, cages, or restrictions. Moving on, when Maya Angelou describes the caged bird, she uses words such as ‘bars’ of ‘rage’, ‘clipped’, and ‘tied’ to express the predicament of the caged bird.

Here the readers are easily capable of discerning that Maya Angelou is clearly referring to her situation by this and to the condition of the Black Community. That they are confined within the ‘bars’ of the discriminating society, and that their wings of dreams are constantly being ‘clipped’ by the elites of that society while every day their hands and legs are being ‘tied’ up in constraints and jurisdictions and new unnecessary laws. Since their entire body – as in the entire group of African Americans – is tied up, they have no other choice but to open their ‘throats’ and ‘sing’. In a sense, this poem can relate to the current circumstances that have been addressed in society today. The movement of Black Lives Matter can represent the cage bird singing, as it is the only action the caged bird can do despite being restrained in every other way. People in society may believe BLM is a movement with underlying negative intentions, but truly the movement was brought up to finally express the injustices the Black Community has been facing for many generations.


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Image 1 – https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/mar/06/the-ugly-truth-about-body-dysmorphia Thomas Northcut and GNM Imaging

Image 2 – https://www.safeline.org.uk/how-body-image-is-portrayed-in-the-media/

Image 3 – https://bronlea.com/2015/11/19/caged-bird-maya-angelou/

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Cages Exist All Around (Poetry Seminar Responses)

Cages Exist All Around (Poetry Seminar Responses)

Boxes – response to “How to Write the Great American Indian Novel” by Sherman Alexie

They put us into boxes.

You must be this, they say.

Tragic. Untrustworthy. 

You must be uncivilized,

from a horse culture.

You must see visions,

must be a healer or a warrior.

This is how it has to be.

There is no other way.

If only they could open their eyes

and actually see.

.

They write us into boxes.

Your stories are all the same, they say.

Tragedy, horses, perhaps a murder.

What more could there be?

Add in some visions and a suicide,

and at least one secret.

After all, we’re very secretive.

And don’t forget to emphasize

the tragic nature of our lives

and how uncivilized we are.

They all write the same thing.

There is no other way.

If only they could open their eyes

and actually see.

.

Society loves boxes. 

Neatly organized, simple,

and always factual (of course)

They get stacked like packages in a post office.

Except these boxes aren’t made out of cardboard;

they’re made of steel and they’re stacked

up and up and up.

And you want to break free but you can’t

because the boxes are metal and they’re stacked

and boy are they heavy.

No, there is no breaking free of these boxes.

.

So they keep stacking them.

Up and up and up.

Boxes upon boxes upon boxes.

All filled with what they think they know.

But they see what they want to see.

So how can they know?

. . .

Caged Bird/Free Bird – response to “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou

Looking out the window

I watch

as the free bird flies, 

oblivious to my song.

How lucky must he be 

to fly free, 

to go where he wants,

wings spread wide

against the orange sky.

How distant he seems…

.

I wonder

what the free bird sees,

flying high above the treetops.

How lucky must he be

to not have bars of a cage

obstructing his every view

of the world.

And yet…

.

He does not see my cage. 

He is oblivious to my songs.

He may be free but he cannot see

the suffering that exists

in this miserable world.

Is he not more blind than me?

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