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The 2000 Youth Honor Award
Sam Miller, 7, Dunn Elem. School, Fort Collins, Colorado
Corrine Nicole Kline, 14, Florence, South Carolina
Samantha Brady, 13, Stephanie Craft, 14, &
Amanda Burk, 14,
students at Pine-Richland Middle School, Gibsonia,
Jessi M., 15, Rosemont School, Portland, Oregon
Brittany P., 15, Rosemont School, Portland, Oregon
Christina Jeffery, 15, homeschooler, Barrow, Alaska
Amanda Marusich, 16, South Eugene High, Eugene, Oregon
Mike Reszler, 16, Celebration Academy, Ashland,
Janiva Cifuentes-Hiss, 17, Capital High School, Olympia,
Cultural Awareness Committee, Capital High School,
A few sample
Hija de las Estrellas: Child of the
The ocean purrs against the sand
and the moon hovers strangely in the blue sky
feeling awkward and out of place
yet pleased at the feel of her languid azure bed
I gaze into her swiftly darkening mirror
and see my face in her pearly beauty
Smiling at the pleasant incongruity among fields of trembling clouds
Her smooth icy face is troubled with questions
She wonders inwardly who she could be
Who could she be in a world that sees too much and not enough?
As she whispers,
The sun is my father, the night my mother
And neither is more powerful or more meek
For they reign in turns
making the earth her blush under
their rays of love and tranquility
And though outside the star is pale, she hides her soul behind a mask
For that is all they see because they are so far away
How can they see not that she is dark beneath layers of skin?
How can they see not that Hispanic blood runs warmly through her
And gurgles beneath her eyes of sea-stone light
while whirlpools of chocolate brown swirl beneath?
Again she whispers clumsily,
yet purring the words that spill so naturally off her tangled tongue,
Y suspira suavemente
As' suspira el viento
As' suspira mi alma
Y la sangre Colombiana canta en mi cuerpo
Como los pajaros cantan en las ramas de los arboles.
Y como puedo cantar
cuando todo el mundo ve que soy blanca
Y si pudiera pelar esta piel podrian ver que
adentro soy cafe
debajo de estos ojos azules hay ojos de chocolate
Mira, mira. Acercate
Oye el murmuro de mi sangre
Oye que canta con orgullo
Oyeme -- que soy la hija del sol y de la noche que soy la hija-estrella
Entiende que yo me amo y me odio a la misma vez
Trata de entender que duele ser la hija de dos mundos
Y que diciendo esto estoy rasgu-ada y desnuda
And I understand that when I tell you this I am raw and naked under
your condescending eyes
You can never understand, unless you're one of us
One of us daughters or sons of day and night
Who are twilight children
Straddling two cultures... two worlds
And realizing that it was love that made us who we are
Love that created twilight children, not knowing their suffering
Love that I have to make myself believe in when I feel I belong to no
world but the twilight world
Love that I will never quite understand
Love that made me a part of two worlds
Never quite belonging to either one
But you can't see, and never will unless you are an offspring of day
and night, like me.
For we will wander and wonder in the moments where night
touches day... In a silent kiss
and father sinks into the ocean
while mother floats into the sky
No puedes ver, hasta las estrellas más brillantes se esconden detras de
las nubes a veces tambien?
Can't you see that even the brightest stars can be hidden by the clouds
-- Janiva Cifuentes-Hiss, 17, Olympia, Washington. Janiva writes,
"My poetry is inspired by my emotions about being bi-racial. Sometimes it
seems that straddling two cultures is a challenge, especially because my
outward appearance betrays half of my racial identity, but I realize that I
have been doubly blessed by being able to relate to, and understand two
cultures. My activities include chess, salsa and merengue, tennis,
snowboarding, various clubs, and community service. In the future I hope
to write and publish novels, become a dentist, and return to Columbia to
give free dental care to impoverished people.
We've been living here forever,
beneath the stars above, children of
the same creation.
We've been given sustenance to share
what's natural, our duty, we understand,
returns a life of love.
We give thanks for birds of beauty,
who spread their wings and sing, and for thunders,
who wake up the earth in spring.
Sisters of the planet world, forest trees,
stand firm and tall, the Spirit of flowing
waters, purest medicine of all.
We greet each other in our minds,
our voices singing song, acknowledging
we're part of what belongs.
When the syrup from the maple brings
the winter's end, we give thanks for where
we've come from and know where we have been.
-- Mike Reszler, 16, Ashland, Wisconsin. Mike is a member of the
Bad River Band of the Lake Superior Tribe of Chippewa. His Indian name
Sching Wak (Big White Pine). He lives on the reservation with his maternal
grandparents. The inspiration for Journey came when he was in the woods
one Spring day. He writes, "I have three sisters, all younger. My hobbies
include reading, writing, and playing golf. I also like learning about our
Tribal government. A dream of mine is to one day become Tribal
Chairperson for my reservation."
When I attended Longfellow Elementary School several years ago, I
was part of the peer mediation program. Although many of the conflicts
that we encountered were trivial, we did manage to solve some hateful
playground problems. We also learned a helpful approach to handling a
conflict. These simple steps can be applied anywhere.
1. Ignore. The peer mediation program recommended that
students simply not respond to hateful comments or actions directed
towards them. This holds true everywhere. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
and his followers practiced nonviolent resistance, and they learned to
successfully ignore racial slurs and other comments.
2. Move away. In simple terms, this means to walk quietly
away to another place if the problem persists. Today, we can do the same
by moving into more peaceful areas of our lives, and persuading others to
move into a nonviolent world also.
3. Talk friendly. Use friendly terms when making a point or
working for a cause. By displaying the message in a nice way, people will
not be offended or angered and we can begin to turn the world into a
peaceful and non-violent environment.
4. Talk firmly. At times it is difficult to persuade others into
listening to a cause, and this step ensures that attention will be gained.
Present facts and details in a firm but clear tone. This will alert others that
the cause is important and demands attention and respect.
5. Get adult help. This merely refers to attracting the attention
of higher public officials and authorities to the cause. Once their support
has been gained, it is easier to receive even more supporters for peace and
A peaceful and nonviolent world can and will exist if we take the
initiative and make it happen through hard work, respect for all people,
love for everything on earth, and a smile to share. Now is the time to make
-- Emily Funderburk, 17, Bushwood, Maryland
Rainbow of Flowers
I have a rainbow in my yard, with
How my rainbow starts out is a little seed, a tiny seed. All it needs is sun,
water, and air. Suddenly, it happens, it sprouts! A little green fist pops up.
A little more each day. Each day one sprouts. All six days they are
opening. Suddenly it is finished.
green mountain ash,
purple grape hyacinth.
That is my rainbow.
-- Sam Miller, 7, Dunn Elem., Fort Collins, Colorado, writes, "I
wrote this poem this spring to tell kids that you can have a rainbow in
your backyard. I like flowers, so I thought I would make up a story that
told about what I like. I like science, reading books, and having fun
If someone were to ask me about my early years,
I would only have to say
because kisses planted on cheeks and arms
enfolded in hugs
discipline and tears and
whether we were dancing in circles or
racing down the beach during a cookout, being
was what mattered.
-- Christina Jeffery, 15, Homeschooler in Barrows, Alaska.