I'm a child. My name is Quinn. I speak English and Spanish, and I would be happy to translate your poems. :)
Racismo persiste cuando
Prejuicio y ignorancia
Florecen juntos.
...
A frigid winter's plight
The snowbird's lonely flight.
Snow; a stinging sword
Within her heart did strike a chord.
...
For every wall that you construct
Another bridge we build.
For all the peace you interrupt,
For all the people killed,
...