Boricuas, sing your song of truth

Puerto Rico

mi Corazon

mi Orgullo

you’ve suffered mucho by the hand of Tio Sam

your land destroyed with military growth and experimentation

your women used for medical exploration,

a third of them encountered sterilization

as they tried to control our population

gracias Young Lords for your beautiful demonstrations

this Commonwealth, no es mutual masturbation

resources drained…

for democracia?

que hipocresia!

as you were enslaved

made to move

from your farms to shacks

transplanted de paraiso to chaos

in el nombre de comercio

basta ya!

no mas mentiras…

Boricuas, sing your song of truth

and it will resound for eternity

poem for papa

I cut myself until it bleeds

descending the drain drip memories

the midnight blue u made her face

gently, slowly they wash away

her tears transformed from dark to clear

from your neglect my deepest fears

I knew too much little ones shouldn’t know

unnatural chaos so why’d it hurt when you’d go

a myriad of infidelity

as u created her insanity, it affected me…

as I searched for love outside myself

sanctioned by my sexuality

thought the boys found my beauty you could never see

working the pole to get my college degree

as you wouldn’t contribute to my dreams with your wealth

then history repeated itself

as his words of fury manifested to rampage

imprisoned for 2 years put myself in a cage

though I battled with continuing my life

I chose to surrender instead of to fight

liberated myself, to find who I am

and now I soar beyond the sun

and now I feel how we’re all one

and even when past issues creep up

I know my strength and truth, and I will overcome

now I can get through anything

even inspire others to live their dreams

and papa there’s no animosity

I give u love and I set u free