You call my island garbage
When you talk about my island
You call my people garbage
When you talk about my island
You call me garbage
When you talk about my island
You hide behind the guise of a joke
As if a political stage could be a satire
Everyone is watching for the future
Of their livelihoods, but you mock
Their personhoods as if they could
Laugh along to the denigration
All jokes have some truth to them
Your ignorant comment has no place
You didn't know who you were prodding
Puerto Rico ¿Basura? ¿Qué tu me dices?
It's always easy to go for the little one
Who you think can do nothing
But what you didn't expect was the uproar
To rise up like a fearsome tsunami
Born by your ruthless earthquake
Which you thought had no magnitude
What you don't know about Puerto Ricans
Will come to drown you with no remorse
Passion for the patria is in our blood
There is no greater insult to a Puerto Rican
Yes, we're small but you forget we're mighty
When we come together as a family in unity
What you will learn is that there is power
In the people you thought you didn't fear
Boricua, levántate
Dicen que vamos a botar la basura
Por allí vamos
Levántate que hay que botar la basura
Ya vamos
Que por allí hay que botar la basura
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The Art of Loving and Losing
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories reflecting upon loving and losing yourself and the people who matter most to you. The book focuses on the complexities of living in a human world filled with relationships that can make and break us. They are...
