Paco's Dream

I speak with a name

With anger and expression

I speak with the cultures

Of us and graffiti on walls

I speak with knowledge

And screams that mean everything

I speak against this

Mediocre fantasy  

These are all my languages

I have many but have one name

© Ruben Delgado, 2011

My Language

I speak in the language of ART

The language that sounds like

Pencils scratching on paper

The language that sounds like

Paint gushing on a blank canvas

The language that sounds like

Singing in your room while no one is home

The language that sounds like

A guitar being strummed

The language that sounds like

A bird chirping at first

Singing of light in the morning

The language that sounds like ME

© Reina Gonzales, 2011

Speaking Rain

I speak rain

I speak when most needed

Sometimes big fat drops

Or stinging slicing rain

This language is soaked up

By the dry Texas ground

Growing flowers and green

Making hair frizzy and shoulders damp

Blocked by black umbrellas

I speak rain

© Francisca Vargas, 2011

Mi Lengua

I speak with many tongues

I have a professional tongue

For those who think I’m not

As intelligent as I know I am

I have my teen tongue

For the streets and

Those “let’s hang” types of times

I have my tongue for when

Things are hurting me

It’s kind of funny though

I never tell anyone

What’s really hurting me

Then I have my first tongue

Mi lengua

Mi primera lengua

The tongue given to me

By my abuela

I have my singing tongue

Oh how I love to sing

These are my tongues

That make me who I am

© Anthony Pamarejo, 2011

Language of Life and Death

I speak in the language of life

The forbidden tongue

That was learned

When the first bite

 Of the sinful fruit was taken

It sounds like the scream

Of a tortured soul regretting

The choices that are now

The cause of its agony

It sounds like the speeding

Heart of a blushing bride

About to start the beginning

Of the rest of her life

It sounds like the tapping

Of fingers on a keyboard

Creating a masterpiece

It sounds like the determined woman

Protesting in the streets with

More bravery than any man

I speak the language of death

© Lauren Patton, 2011

Untitled (working title)

Words can change

Alternate emotions

And express feelings

Like how water slices

Through eroded rock

My words

Can cut people down

Like the depth

Of a canyon

Or covet someone

With a bassy coo

I speak with eloquence

And also with integrity

Words without purpose

Are blank words

Blank bullets

Harmless to a malleable victim

I speak in sanctity for

The essence of reason is to fight

Words change but should

Never lose meaning

© Matthew Castillo, 2011

Adrenaline

I speak in hyperness

The adrenaline running through my body

I’m waiting until I speak

Every word coming out faster

My brain tells me I need to move around

I dance

I sing

I run

I scream

I try to hide every ounce

I say millions of words within a statement

My hands shaking

My heart racing when I speak

My heart beating along with my voice

As I talk my language

Hyperness 

© Ally Koch, 2011

I Speak

I speak in sadness

When I am sad

I speak in happiness

When I am happy

I am a teen who doesn’t get

The attention of anyone

I use my voice

So they look my way

I speak in eagerness

And I speak with excitement

Being here, meeting new people

I speak my own language

I wish not to change my voice

I wish not to be any one else

It’s my language that makes me

© Bianca Sanchez, 2011

Speak

I speak in

Happiness

Anger

And in knowledge

The language I speak

Makes it hard to talk with people

My age, but not older people

My language is different

From my family’s

            My dad’s side of the family

            Speaks gossip, cruelty and in selfish ways

            My mom’s side of the family

            Speaks about school, work and                                   

            Agrees with the government

Everyone speaks their own way

© JC Cleto, 2011

True Love

What language do I speak?

I speak in love 

Not the love people talk about

In those cheesy American movies

That have now shaped

What we consider love

I speak in a love far deeper

I don’t make out with the people I love

I hug them and tell them

How much they mean to me

I talk to them and if they have a problem

I try to help them as best I can

I keep their secrets and I try

To never let them down

And if I do I feel bad for a long time

Because I’ve hurt the people I love

I speak in real love

The only love

The true love.

© Leanne Rodriguez, 2011