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271 · May 2018
The Fall
She was as soft as a feather
Falling from above
The heavens she left
To me she came
164 · May 2018
accent
my actual language was born from the arcaicos and all that came after them  
but they were the first in my island
my beautiful Puerto Rico

spanish isnt my actual language
spanish is the aftermath of all the killing and conquering

my accent wasnt born it was made
it was made by the death of my ancestors, their cry for freedom, their cry for war
my accent is all the blood, sweat and tears from them
151 · May 2018
untitled
without darkness there would not be any light

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