"What motivates me" excerpt from essay for internship

What motivates me? I have many motivations. My motivation are my smaller siblings. I want to help engage my generation, and push it towards such a disruption in the unfair systematic oppression that is our government, that the only option is to completely change our country. I am a leftist - and the socio-economic issues of Latin American heartedly concern me, but I also recognize the poor distribution of wealth, and inequality in the United States and around my neighborhood.  The World Can't Wait mission is just like mine regardless of wording " change the world". I want to change the world, but every step I take I want to alter that step and make it comfortable enough for anyone walking behind me to step forward and better themselves. Change, Change, Change is a word I commonly hear, but seldom put into action.  Every political movement and revolution started with a person contemplating change. Nowadays, I read textbooks about politics and feed my mind a wealth of ideas, but how does this even help? Like I stated before, every revolution is the product of an idea, and I feel that the World Can't Wait mission is a mission that suitably coincides with my ideas - ideas the world can't wait for. 

My blood, my dark brown hair, and my blended skin color

will never be one individual. I am a world of different flowers.

The weight of the world rests on my labor scars, and as my palms throb in reality, the abundance of Rivera's roses cries me pride.

Even as I relive the struggle of Salvador Allende when he said "a village must defend itself"

I prophesize and cultivate my lands.

I am the product of a hundred years of oppression and unstable governments.

We are all a people, an identity, and a force to be reckoned with.

Ever since Dario said " we are the millions cubs from the original Lion" I had known that one day we would mature, and reclaim our world.

When I sleep I travel through time and can even see Cuauhtémoc rebel and poetically cry “do you think I'm in a bed of roses?"

No other person understands why I feel desolate in the rain.

No other person understands why a simple pair of shoes holds meaning and deserves respect.

From Che - to the poetic justice and feminist upheaval of Storni and to the poetic and powerful beautiful verses of Castellanos and Burgos - I arise from the ashes of time.

Through my cultural identity in the simple tamale or the elegant Pupusa I scream my existence and let my soul quiver through the forests and run free.

The Spaniards took away from me a world I will never step foot in

and when the Yanks blindsided our governments and dominated our precious and fertile land of "Platanos and Yuca" I screamed! 

Our voices will never dissever, our plight will never end

until we have rebuilt our own Jerusalem

in Latin American's green and pleasant land.

By Kevin Andree Peña

I “love” Starbucks. Aside from their below par customer service, and just a tad below decent coffee quality my favorite thing about Starbucks is seeing Guatemalan coffee sold at a very high price. Starbucks is a corporations regardless of any angle you view it, so it must have purchased the Guatemalan coffee at a very low rate. What’s the funny to me, in a comical but perverse way is the high priced Guatemalan coffee is from Atitlan - which is where my indigenous roots preside, and also where my family’s coffee plantation awaits. Starbucks is of course ripping you off, but the beans are quality - when fresh. 

When you cry - the pieces of I continually shatter

for my words , my actions, our out-of-focus energy

was the root of this evil.

Our spirit desire 

conquers all undesirable memeories.

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

Fight all that is wrong.

Irritating isn't it? Not knowing what you're looking at. Not knowing the beauty you can't discover. Not understands the meaning between the lines...

Lotus Flower

My lotus flower, We cannot feel tonight.

Inside our arms we soothe our battle wounds

And quietly we are shaken shaken wherever we are.

What the pensive moment, I think is – is.

The wasted moments never are, never are, everything is calming

How majestic – in our own way.

All alone in a room full of moon

Our bodies wrestle with movements

And climb mountains without any gear.

I’m warm in the pocket of my ideas

I am hers – every last cell. Every incredible thought.

What we want - what we want

our blankets fly 

are clothes tear 

but the moments glare

falling from above a high cloud

slowly the rapid dash of shade 

losing hail

and every amount of jade

is yours - just keep me being 

keep be desiring 

lust me the love for life 

inside the body of ours - how destructive 

green 

fall under the rosebuds 

and collect the pollen 

for we.