What does your Book say about me?
Of my hunger, of the misery killing me as my life advances?
What does your book say about my fears?
About the violence that surrounds me, about the marginalization I suffer for being indigenous?
Why can’t I dream?
Why am I destined to suffer?
Why does my wailing mean nothing to others?
What does your Book say?
Does it say something about my illness?
Can it tell you why my Dad gets drunk only to later cry and cry?
My mother says that God is sleeping.
Ha!… the pastor got mad at her.
Actually, I do not know what to say…I have never seen God.
They say he is love, and I’m hungry;
They say he is justice and I suffer violence;
They say he is true and I live with harshness;
They say he is hope and I do not know because I’ve never seen him.
Answer me, I want to know: What does your Book say about me?
(*original written in Spanish)
Frankly, this poem leaves me speachless and makes me wonder what questions and thoughts go on inside the kids heads when we talk to them about God and his love and care for them when their reality is so harsh and cruel. The Book has alot to say about them and their worth as well as what our response should be.