Pitorro de Coco

I’m filled with so much emotion. I feel overwhelmed by the world. I don’t know where, or even how to exert my efforts in a way that would make me feel full. I just want humanity to thrive and for the people of Puerto Rico to be good. To be fulfilled and in control of their own destiny. There’s a magnetic force that yanks me from CT and teleports me to PR. Being a kid of the diaspora we have this romanticized vision of the archipelago. And it’s so much harder for the people who live there on the daily. But no es culpa del pueblo. How can you expect to live a life that’s fulfilling when there’s rampant corruption and disregard for the poorest of the poor.

I see it here too. I think because PR is so small, I can really wrap my mind around it all. Around the systemic issues. The obvious systems of oppression that benefit outsiders, gringos, at the expense of the locals. I can also see the power of the revolution and can see a different future for the island. Much of the time I feel torn cause I’m not really from there. Pero yo sería borincano aunque naciera en la luna.