My poem to you TrentonRican My palm trees are of oak My campo is made of city blocks My coquis are crickets My coconuts are apples My quenepas are grapes But I am Puerto Rican My mother land Lives in my mothers hand In my fathers heart .. Through me ... My kids, caribe Borinquen , Taino , Mestizo , mulatto . All for one .. You see my vision started With innocence . The renaissance The immigrants .. The flying flag .. Pig roasting on a open fire.. Piles of ash .. Coors light was a remedy for the elders , Salsa , merengue , a punto ocho with new fenders .. That was the tradition I grew and knew . Dancing was not just a form of art , but a sense of heritage and a cultural start ... Where rhythms were worn on a wayavera shirt ... Un pañuelo relleno de papa as we would leave church Where common names were ,Carlos, Luis, jose ... And you knew the day Would end in a festive one way.. stories of el coocoo And the chupa cabra Toñio bicicleta And voodoo en las parmas That would fill the empty night! My vision has been renewed , macheteros that fight.. My city now lays dormant No festivities , no music , No performance , The green grass I once knew My cities pride left with a wind that once blew Now I see anger that theres no change .. What was once ours Theres no pictures just frames .. No new memories to remember .. No more Limbels in December .. No more more chanting Weeepppa! Its all gone...! Salsa now is a sad song .. My identity is now in confusion .. I know who I am But do you know me The Puerto Rican Illusion Straw hats .. And shirts rolled to the elbow .. The grinding noise of a machete The rooster from the shell grows.. I feel this desert... Of dreaded terrain .. I see mirages I feel the pain ... I thirst Though I see the rain .. Theres a dry lake of stains in my brain ... God how I loved the Coquito .. How in my town There was a Puerto Rico .. We held our breathes to see who would be crowned the dream... The beautiful, the intelligent, The Puerto Rican queen ... where mayors Nd governors alike Would Gather and admire the culture .. When the simply things in life mattered the most to us .. Where did it go ..??! What did I do !!! I sat and watched my people turn blue .. My thoughts were yours .. I assumed that heritage would carry itself from shore to shore.! That leadership was there for sure .. That everything that once was will be once more .. God I was wrong .. ! I was waving my flag singing a song .. But weve all forgotten what it means to be strong .. In adversity we flourished We fought we nourished We cleansed our puerto Rican souls .. For our forefathers it was told That If we work together on this land you Can reach your goals .. I just have the need to know .. That in this speech this poem .. Did you receive your jewels and gold .. El Fin .... Love you my people Peace
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 01:23:24 +0000
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