The Tenth Congressional District Democrats hosted its 9th Annual Tenth Dems Poetry and Prose Contest Awards Night on Wednesday, April 10, 7 p.m., at the Jack Benny Center for the Arts in Waukegan. Over 100 high students from Waukegan, Zion, and North Chicago participated in the Poetry and Prose Contest, submitting original poems, essays, and short stories inspired by the theme, RESPECT. The event was emcee’d by Kevin Lampe of Kurth Lampe Worldwide, an international strategic communications firm. Waukegan High School’s choir performed an original arrangement of Aretha Franklin’s song; R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Winning entries were selected by a panel of published writers and poets. Out of the twenty-two Cristo Rey students who presented their work, four CRSM students were chosen by the judges to be in the top three in both the Prose and Poetry sections. CRSM took home five prizes in all.
- Daniel Arizmendi ‘19, placed 1st in the Prose Section with his piece titled; “That Moment”
- Jocelyn Rubi ‘19, won 2nd place in the Poetry Section with her poem: “Consider It”
- Kasandra Camarena ‘19, was awarded 2nd Place in Prose with her work: “To the Girls Who Need to Know” and took 3rd Place in the Poetry Section for her work titled: “Ayo Ma…”
- Julian Segovia ‘20 won an Honorable Mention with his poem: “How I Learned the Word Respect”
Over $1,000 in gifts and prizes were awarded. Two of the winning entries are below:
by Jocelyn Rubi ’19
I do not demand your respect
I simply ask you to consider
The notion that my mother is worth more
Than just your sitter
Give my mother the time of day
Cause while you don’t bother
She works all day
To clean your clutter
Accuse her of stealing
When something goes missing
She was only breathing
Yet you were all the more dismissing
Not even a need to question you’re doubt
For it being born from prejudice
That the poor are wrong flat out
With nothing to suffice
And no, I am not saying you are like everyone else
You choose to be this way
Others have shown respect to those
Who they request help from
My mother has worked for her own house
She works with what she has
Without a spouse
She shows no complaints
She knows better than to risk her job
Over designer pants
She’s never wanted trouble
Or anything but a chance
She deserves your respect for making your house a home
And as an immigrant, all she wants is to go back home.
How I Learned the Word Respect
by Julian Segovia ’20
The word was respect.
That’s what I learned when I listened to music from mortal man.
I’ve got respect for the gangbangers and the nerds,
I have respect for fists and for words, for fish and for birds.
People who learned to fly and those who keep on swimming, I pray for Mac Miller.
I remember 2014 lost in a forest trying to drive out these emotions that were foreign.
I remember learning that I was a born sinner, but that was for my eyez only.
I remember being on the sideline, but I’ll tell my story when it’s my time.
I know there’s kids on drugs trying to kill their demons,
I know there’s innocent looking teens who stay schemin,
I know there’s good kids in maad cities, I know there’s bad kids who stay killing,
and we don’t understand what they’re feeling.
I know there’s incredible true stories from people who care for me,
I thank God for everyone who’s there for me.
I thank God for music and for letting me use it.
I cling on to my respect for everybody and hope I don’t lose it.