Who am I?

Who am I,
hombre que amo from other country?
Give resurrection to one word:
River.
Asses to masses forgotten,
who injected me the veil?
Everywhere we are, thunder
I reach out for uncitizenshit pain.
I’m lonely.
Guerrera who cat scratches arroz
con habichuelas some mornings,
siempre sedienta de ti.
When must this horizonte esclavo be free?
So many fails, so many fears.
We kill each other
each other’s art, each other’s dreams

C o s * g ü i * d o n * n o u * j u * g ü i * a r

But we belong to the wind
dancing boricua gardens of hope
where a poet screams
unheard:
¡Yo nací aquí y te beso allá!

© ALR, Puerto Rico, 2006

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