Yo, La Calavera (I, The Skeleton)
I know no warmth from days past It was the first to go Then next was my flesh and blood until all That's left is teeth and bone In this sweet earth When these stones become decrepit My name shall be…
being hispanic is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 4 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees being hispanic in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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