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MY STORY
Moises Zarate is eighteen years old was born in San Pablo, CA. He grew up in Richmond and later moved to Marin after his parents divorced. He has known and seen poor neighborhoods and violence. Through his experience and life living in both places he has come to have a better understanding of different ethnic backgrounds. He loves his family the most and strives to become the best older brother. He loves his mother the most and enjoys spending time with family and friends.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
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BLACK PANTHER
When I first heard it I was in disbelief.
I read it on my screen,
He had died.
I decided to look further into the details.
As I read the article I can see the reflection of the screen,
I saw my face distort, and distraught feelings
I saw in my own reflection the face of disbelief and incredulity.
It was Colon Cancer, they said.
He passed away in his own home with his wife and family by his side
Again I saw the reflection,
My hand covering the lower half of my face.
Disbelief and incredulity
Even Now
Disbelief and incredulity
Rest in peace Chadwick Boseman.
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I WONDERED
If I could just be like you
Traveling the skies
Soaring through the foggiest clouds,
And rain, and thunder.
I wondered if I could team up with the wind and defy all laws
Soaring through the smallest gaps between city buildings and crevices
I wondered if it was an impossible feat to pull off.
To become just like you,
It was but a mere dream.
I realized it was a futile thought
It was impossible to defy the natural laws and become wind
and soar the skies.
Although hope had not been lost.
I hoped that some day,
Maybe even tomorrow or a century from now,
We would have made the impossible happen,
Where dreams become reality,
And lies become truth,
Fiction becomes fact.
I stood back up on both feet
I head home posthaste for dinner,
The wind blew on my face,
It blew away the doubts,
I started from zero again.
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I AM, I LOVE, I LIKE, I KNOW
I love my siblings
I am very motherly at times
I like to take household matters,
Responsibility
AndÂ
Chores into my hands
I know that not not much support is provided to me
Even so
I am
I am a brown teenage boy who has been criticized for my ethnic background
I love who I am
I love the color of my skin
I love the colors white and black,
I hope that someday we can all get along
I wish we could all come togetherÂ
I hear arguing
I see conflict
I’ve witnessed for myself horror
I’ve seen bullet holes on a grown man's chest before
I know this is the world I live in
Even so
I loveÂ
I love the earth and the entertainment amusement parks and six flags has
I love waterfalls and lakes
I love city lights and sunsets
I love sunrises and morning breakfast
I know that the world is having a pandemicÂ
Even so
I am
I like
I love
I know
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WHAT IS POETRY TO MOISES ZARATE
A good poem is one that leaves a lasting impression on you. You want to be able to look back on those poems. For example I like poems of hope and inspiration that give meaning to the reader. Even if the poem is not a hopeful one or inspirational, It has to spread awareness and remind people so that they never forget.