The Guatemalans
Don’t speak English well
Kids struggle in school.
I know some Spanish.
I was put into A+.
Help with young music.
I enter one week,
There are four hispanic kids.
They don’t speak like us.
I try to help one.
He is happy to hear me.
He is Eduardo.
Next day talk again.
He tells me about himself.
Sometimes can’t hear him.
I had been told to
Assimilate the children;
Speak English with them.
I receive weird looks.
I must not speak well with them.
They must be like us.
¡No habla a él
Con su propia lengua!
They must be like us.
Don’t try to guide them.
We force our language for them.
They must be like us.
Not Guatemalan,
They must be American.
They must be like us.
“Assimilate them”,
Like with the other natives.
They must be like us.
Next chance I can talk,
He cries, I don't understand.
Universal hug.
Time races by now.
We exchange “Hola” and “Bye”.
Quiero conocer.