When I think of a cardboard box, I think of a man or a woman, deep in the tidal waves of poverty, hiding. Hiding from what they never wanted to be afraid of...Themselves. Everyday, they cower to the back shadows of their makeshift box of what their lives have become.
Reading "Bilingual in a Cardboard Box" made me want to say something that would take everyones' spirits and bring them to the light. The light of the sun rising and setting. The light of happiness, and not the despair of the darkness. I feel like this poem really showed how the different opinions a speaker can have on one subject, can almost be contradicting! The speaker, Javier Pina, demonstrated the ways a double sided poem is very unique. The way he put opposites of the life of Mexicans and Americans in one poem made me think. Is he the kind of person that can only love their homeland? Their own native culture? But what if he wanted to say something else? Maybe he wanted to say that the eyes, ears and speech of Americans can be blind, deaf and mute. That maybe the way we may see a youngster beaten to death in America, and having guilty bystanders walk by. That maybe the way we may see a youngster beaten to death in Mexico, and having other Mexicans try to save the kid. What if Javier Pina wanted to tell us something about his view on how the world can be tested for its plausible involvement?
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