poem collection by Daisy Copado

Artist statement

As far as I can remember, the arts have always been an important part of my life. It was most present during my high school years when I got involved in my school’s choir group and where I took classes that grew my interest in the work of literature. I’ve read many works of various Central American poets after taking a few CATS courses and was inspired by their work in displaying the beauty of the culture and the cultural issues they include to spread awareness. My work consists of feelings, emotions, and thoughts that I experience throughout my life and within my culture which I hope is relatable to those who read or see it. Although poetry and painting started as a hobby, experiences in my life and the knowledge I continue to grasp inspired me to create an outlet for myself to share not only my own experiences but also bring awareness to issues that are important.

Daisy Copado

Daisy Copado is a Mexican-American first-generation undergraduate student at CSUN who majors in Psychology and minors in Central American and Transborder Studies. She loves giving back to her community in South Los Angeles advocating for equity in higher education. During the pandemic, she took interest in the art of both poetry and painting, which she has grown a passion for.

soulmate

​They say people are puzzles
Each day on a journey to find their missing piece 

Searching for the one to complete ourselves
Yet no matter how many come and go, 
an emptiness within us seems to grow 

We’re our own unfinished puzzle
​And we’re on a journey to find ourselves 

Tiempo y muerte

​Tratando de sostener esos momentos de tu vida con las palmas de tus manos

​Esas memorias que te hicieron realizar lo bonito y lo oscuro de tu vida 

​Esos en cuáles recuerdas antes de esos últimos segundos con tu cuerpo en la tierra  
 
Tratando de sostener esa última respiración y frágil consciencia te preguntas brevemente  
 
En donde fue el tiempo? 

Dear heart and body

​To my heart and body that has kept me alive  

The heart that wants to believe it can be capable of feeling loved and persevere through moments of ache  

The body that my mind sometimes rejects and criticizes for being imperfect  

The heart that bottles up emotions because being too emotional is seen as fragile and weak 

The body that has not given up on me no matter how hard life gets ​

Thank you. 

home

​It’s a feeling of comfort and safety 

A feeling of warmth that brings you peace of mind 

A place you can rest and reset from the outside world 

The place and feeling you never could’ve imagined to be taken away from you ​

Yet abruptly it was.

empathy

​Is it a blessing or curse to feel? 

To feel is to be vulnerable 

To go through moments of sadness and moments of joy 

To feel as if your heart has been ripped into little pieces 

Or to feel your heart burst like a firework in the Fourth of July night sky 

To care for something so much that it is the only thing you think about 

Or to burry it instead, far behind your consciousness because thinking about it pains you too much 
​
That is the gift of being human. ​