Showing posts from November, 2017

Immigrants in Our Own Land: Revisiting a Year Later

In class, we are reading and discussing the poem "Immigrants in Our Own Land" by Jimmy Santiago Baca. I read this poem last year, and cynical poetry-hating Lesley didn't get much out of it. This year is slightly different.

Having a sense of inner peace is important. Why? Because it makes everything around us seem less horrible. I mean, look at where we are now in time. We have a president that seemingly hates everyone. Slaves are being traded in foreign countries. People are attacking each other on the daily. It's like we're living in the apocalypse... kinda. You get the idea.

People define inner peace differently. For me, having inner peace means knowing that despite what's going on, everything will be okay in the end. It's knowing that after every bad event, life goes on and brings a lot of good events to balance the bad. It took me a long time to realize this myself. Last year, I wasn't anything like who I am today. Why? I didn't have a sense o…