Green Eyes
To whom it may concern:
These green eyes
Know more story than one
From Bio Bay to blue bricked streets of Old San Juan
Tourists in cheap guayaberas snapchat their Piña Coladas and Rum
Dancing awkwardly to salsa and screaming that they are
Having,like, so much fun
But, all I can do, is watch from TV
My people
Still waiting for FEMA blue tarp roof
Still waiting for power
Still waiting for running water
Still waiting for Hope to return
I see grandma crying.
On travel brochures, they’ll tell you no passport required
While our president, undesired and uninspired,
Throws paper towels into devastated and tired
And, I still see grandma crying
They erect brand new resorts so you forget the stolen land
Where you stand
Claw machine hands grip colonial prize
They fill our ears with soft ribbons of deceit
Help is coming
But, for fuck’s sake, her sister is dying
And I can’t help this guilt silence
But my tongue can’t speak the island’s
Grandma I’m sorry
She says “You look just like my father”
And these green eyes water
I watch the island that birthed me
Be plagued by negligence and mass emigration
To the land that promises to end sorrow and starvation
Grandma has stopped crying
I see all
And these green eyes do not forget
They reflect lush jungle and sounds of coqui
I wear my boricua skin proudly, bet
And Grandma knows I’m coming for that racist neck