Luiza Louback


Latina, 17 years old
Passionate about literature!

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"I thought that when you dream so big, reality learns."
- Valter Hugo Mãe

"Thinking is my fighting"
-Virginia Woolf

South America

January 7, 2021


Arising from above
The claims already decided
The North arrives with esteem
Searching for the possessions already possessed.
With an superior look 
And distinguished faces, they stare 
to the south, the backyard, the best source of capital
The south of the tropical.
And with airs of imperialism
They rip our humanisms
Cracking the harnesses 
And the lashes begin 
From the martyr making machine
Because we are all 
Mere colonized who sing
Hymns that overflow untied knots
We are the place where the ships dock
Full of taxes 
Forced Death Posts 
A declaration of end to the freedom to be
To look up to heaven and believe
A sudden denial of existing
That lasts and tortures 
Each cursed unit
From this sad fate that is doomed 
South America.
This poem was written when I was feeling very sad and lost regarding the relationships between south America and the northern countries. It is not the way I feel completely, but the way I felt at the time. 


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  • Zinnia123

    You open me up to a whole new perspective with each piece you write. It's truly extraordinary.

    10 days ago