Boriqua
I'm a Hispanic because that's what I'm branded...
I'm not a race I'm but a culture...
I'm but a mixture conquered by vultures...
I'm these urban streets that flow within me...
I'm from an island that I rarely see...
I'm born and bred a natural survivor...
I'm not a color for that's a divider...
I'm but a being spirit real strong...
I'm but a mixture African, Indian, White...
I'm but a person blessed with true sight ...
I'm but a warrior prepared for a fight...
I'm but a culture my race is all mixed...
Spaniards on a quest that came over on ships...
I'm but of mixed slaughtered beautiful races...
Embedded with this language from foreign places ...
I Speak a language that came from blood shed...
The Indian and African in me will never be dead...
I'm a loud voice a candle that burns...
I'm but a sponge that absorbs as I learn...
I'm but a culture a bunch of lost tribes...
I am what I am till the day I die...
Copyright © Carmen Castro | Year Posted 2012
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