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Off the Malecón

Kayla Diaz-Janes | Young Writers Issue | Poetry, Winter 2025

Young boys dive, 

Into the warm salty spray 

Of muddied water, polluted 

By the drained Havana sewers. 

Discarded flip-flops lie in rows 

Like soldiers marching to freedom. 

The forgotten soles, thrown 

Over the wall, to clean the streets.

High waves batter 

The confining walls of hardened cement, 

As people live sheltered from tropical floods 

and rising churlish water. 

The deep hides 

Sharpened rocks, dressed in flesh-mangled barnacles. 

There lie the broken hulls 

of hand-wrought boats, pierced by bullet holes. 

Off the Malecón, young boys die.

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Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?

“To me a fossil is a lasting remnant of what once was, and this piece represents what I want to have stored and remembered about my writing. My Cuban heritage is a link that gives me understanding and I am in a fortunate position where I can reflect on the issues about the country I love so dearly. The country I would never be able to survive in for longer than the weeks I visit.”

Kayla Diaz-Janes (age 15) is a sophomore creative writer at the Charleston School of the Arts. Growing up traveling abroad, Diaz-Janes saw and understood some of the injustices of the world early into childhood, and holds a fascination to share stories with others who might not get the chance to experience them firsthand.

Back to Winter 2025

Off the Malecón

Kayla Diaz-Janes Young Writers Issue | Poetry, Winter 2025

Young boys dive, 

Into the warm salty spray 

Of muddied water, polluted 

By the drained Havana sewers. 

Discarded flip-flops lie in rows 

Like soldiers marching to freedom. 

The forgotten soles, thrown 

Over the wall, to clean the streets.

High waves batter 

The confining walls of hardened cement, 

As people live sheltered from tropical floods 

and rising churlish water. 

The deep hides 

Sharpened rocks, dressed in flesh-mangled barnacles. 

There lie the broken hulls 

of hand-wrought boats, pierced by bullet holes. 

Off the Malecón, young boys die.

______________________________________

Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?

“To me a fossil is a lasting remnant of what once was, and this piece represents what I want to have stored and remembered about my writing. My Cuban heritage is a link that gives me understanding and I am in a fortunate position where I can reflect on the issues about the country I love so dearly. The country I would never be able to survive in for longer than the weeks I visit.”

Kayla Diaz-Janes (age 15) is a sophomore creative writer at the Charleston School of the Arts. Growing up traveling abroad, Diaz-Janes saw and understood some of the injustices of the world early into childhood, and holds a fascination to share stories with others who might not get the chance to experience them firsthand.

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