Class: 2002 Student: Eduarda da Silva de Oliveira
The student wrote a poem about Jacarepaguá and its multiple potentialities, highlighting the cultural diversity that marks the neighborhood. Through verses, the work invites reflection on the region's cultural and social riches, often little visible in the city's imagination.
Jacarepaguá is powerhouse
In Rio Memórias I'm gonna tell you the truth that TV doesn't show About Jacarepaguá My place My ground My neighborhood Is a world expanding There's favela, there's hillside There's trail, there's people who dream There's kids playing There's a warrior mother praying There's passion that keeps us going Through grit and through faith There's a Hillside that resists There's Cidade de Deus There's Colônia, there's a corner There's sky, there's God There's culture pulsing Beating in the chest There's art in the street In the tone, in the style The news lies Shows only what's convenient But whoever lives here knows The truth goes beyond We're not just statistics Nor fear stamped on a headline We're fire hidden in the river We're raw talent in every kid There's Bahian, Korean American, African There's terreiro, there's turnaround Faith that never stops, faith all mixed There's evangelical, Catholic, Umbandist, from candomblé Here faith wears many forms But walks with the same axé
Here the war is also bloody But here, pain turns into legend The street is a school And the school is the soul that thinks There's capoeira, there's jiu-jitsu There's graffiti in the alley There's a child who dances A girl who shines, a star There's a poet, a player A future doctor There's an actress, a singer There's a writer, an educator, and a future MC Here, the favela is a factory of life Here, pain is molded into a way out This is the truth of Jacarepaguá It's not what they sell It's what we make With blood, with tears With struggle, with peace I am the voice of now I am the memory that pulses I am a shelf, I am a bridge I am a verb, I am a street I show the cultures Social consciousness Emotional resistance Youth potential, real The place where we grew up Where we live and where we'll stay The place that carries our future Our present And the scar of the past to heal Jacarepaguá is territory It's favela. It's carnival, it's culture It's art, it's strength, it's power
They are eyes that change the world Eyes that burn That sing And that still carry hope
