Cuba
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The music's a
Muse
it conjures contemplation
it's bittersweet
as a grapefruit,
with a tinge of
sugarcane.
The percussions
back rhythms
are made for dancing
lulling all to their
I am from hair bands,
From hairspray and bobby pinned strands.
I am from lights hanging above the stage.
(Bright, blinding,
The Sun rises and birds start to sing,
as I look out my window,
little innocent me.
But little did I know,
that my morning routine was about to be stopped.
It was time for me to leave,
I am from croquettas de jamon,
From guava and cheese.
I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun
(Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
Mi Cuba
An island paradise
Crystal clear waters
Bright beaches
Swinging palm trees
Nature from all over
Mi Cuba
A communistic island
Equality for everyone
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
No one told me about the
Importance of taking advantage of my education
While it was still free.
Instead they just continued to talk through me
Past me,
I don’t want to know how to win, I only want to know how to grow.
We swear that the tumor only grows on the Devil, but it grows on our Land.
Her soul was ripped of it’s property and we are ripped of our choice.
We do struggle like the rest,
Trying to make the best.
Living life day to day,
Searching for the right words to say.
Though we do smile,
Remember there are things under tile.
