Puerto Rico
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our beautifulisla de Borikénwhere you tookyour first breathwhose soil supportedyour first footstepswhose winds carriedyour first songs of joyand sadness, struggleand triumph
Yesterday the wind blew
Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five
In a cardboard box
We lie awake
With our eyes sowed shut
By strings that hang from above
Like puppets we lie
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures
Showing the richness
Of a faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
The Eye of The Storm grows bigger
The Boricuas will suffer
Maria looks like a Dahmer
My family prays for a dollar
The Eye of The Storm comes closer
The Boricuas begin to suffer
The world grows smaller
Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>.
Fear had stolen my lips away,
Locked them in a vault under the sea-
Why?
My mind was confused.
Doña Rivera, the one everybody comes to when
They run into unresolved situations
Was sold the Moon yesterday
She was very happy cause the
Salesman gave her a break
To whom it may concern:
These green eyes
Know more story than one
From Bio Bay to blue bricked streets of Old San Juan
Their insulin can’t be insulated because refrigerators (and everything else) needs electricity, and US. But we aren’t helping. The diabetic (and everyone else) are suffering and will continue to. It’s been two years since I’ve seenYour Puer
Nowadays,When you think of Puerto Rico,You think of streets filled with tears slipping through the Mambo.Palms,Cold while holding hope as close as they can,
Arroz con habichuelas, las telenovelas. (Rice and beans, Hispanic soap operas)
Dark skin is not equivalent to sin.
Puerto Rican I am, I am Puerto Rican.
It’s like stepping on to another planet; into a dream.
The sights, the smells, the tastes, the colors, the people, the stories.
It’s a beautiful chaos, enticing you in with its exotic hand offering to hold yours.
¿No entiendes la locura de mi mente?
La locura creada por esta sociedad, por toda esta gente.
No entiendes el tumulto en mi corazón
creada por locura, no tiene razón.
Estoy desesperada.
Estoy confundida.
