Abuelita is always cooking, Mami is always
working.
Where the Puertorican blood is thick, because
I was born into the culture not the land.
Where the loud Spanish music plays and the rhythm
goes from my body into my brain
Hips are like a washing machine,
Feet so quick like NYC’s rush hours.
Where translating isn't viewed as a job but
a way of life.
Our people are supposed to stick together,
but instead we fight.
New cultures are introduced to me, but does
that change what I am?
These different cultures mixed with some of
my sazon and adobo,
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