Can You Live? The summers of New York You feel the fresh tar Boiling Melting Your feet are scorched You lived, I lived The harsh cold winter What's red and white all over? Your face stinging from the stabs of ice and snow Slush at your feet Cold and wet The consequences of the cold You lived, I lived I survived a disease Manifesting into our lives Becoming the new normal It starts to become hard to breath Pieces of cloth cover our mouths Painting over our personalities I lived Many didn’t I lived through walks in Mexico Walks at 2am in the Bronx Track meets “Extra time” Slide tackles Shots (soccer balls) to my stomach Bloody noses Broken arms People have lived through war Shots to the chest Death People can live with no eyesight, no hearing, they love to live They survive fights They can move on They can live I can live You can live too
By Emiliano Dietrich-Jimenez, age 13, New York. He writes: “I speak English and Spanish, and have lived here since I was a toddler. I play soccer and guitar. I found out in my English class last year that I really like poetry.”