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Wed, 06/12/2019 - 06:26 -- JMacho

San Juan, Ponce, Caguas

My island, my home

4,600+ swept under a political rug

Our so called president

Complained about the cost

While souls where being lost

Now the blame is being tossed

The aftermath

Was waiting and worrying

For weeks, months

While you debated

If the lost

Were worth the cost

You chose to forget

I can’t forget

That a hash tag is just words

Words put together with a number symbol in front

That’s not action

We can’t forget that lives were lost

We can’t forget

That Mr.45 spilled tea on the cause

Threw tissues at the issue

And kept it pushing

While the people in need waited weeks

For those “resources”

To be put to use

This isn’t an act of treason

This is fact

Let’s make America great again

And put you out of business

The voice of the voiceless speaks 

While violence and hate peaks

In your presence

Mr. Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.

I will not let you

Grab the metaphorical pussy of Puerto Rico

I will not let you

Disrespect its people and rights

I will not let you

Believe that you can just hide us

For we are not to be hidden

Yo Soy Boricua, Pa'que tu lo sepas

(I am Boricua, just so you know)

 (END)

 

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