Please for the love of God help my people.
3.5 million U.S. citizens live on the island and are in need of help.
America you claim you want to help your people well let’s start with people who truly need it.
America your necessities are their luxuries.
Puerto Rico was not yours to begin with
But now that you’ve claimed us at least take care of us
We don’t ask for much
We are only asking for the ability to breathe and read books
I didn’t know that was such a high demand
My people are suffering
With no water to drink or bathe
We are left with the stench of hopelessness
Because America, you are more concerned with toupees
Than your own people
Yes, I did not stutter
Your people, Puerto Ricans
No not the immigrants because we are not immigrants
Our passports are twins not fraternal
Why do you like us when we hit a baseball or sing some tune on American Idol
We are doctors
We are cashiers
We are students trying to better our lives
We are a people begging for help
Do not look at us and turn away
My island was once a beautiful place where birds sang in harmony
And the coquis call smoothed the worst of souls
We don't know this island anymore because our island is America’s landfill
A place where the government tested nuclear bombs without thinking of its own people
The people are living on faint hope backed the knowledge that tomorrow probably won't be better
Why do you, America, want us like this
America you ask me why do I care so much about an island I haven't been to
I care because my roots flow back to the land 100 miles across the sea
One that I have the ability to call home from my rented home here
America, you created this land so people of all nations and backgrounds could have a chance at a better life
My people are still waiting for this promise to be fulfilled
America we beg you, help us
My people are suffering
We are tired of being the last pick for the team we didn’t even want to join
We are tired of the rottened mold you have put us in
So let this be a warning that your mold is finally falling apart because of your greed
Do not blame us for this
You are the hand clamped onto ours and forced us to cover our mouths
America, Puerto Ricans are ready to talk so we can live in harmony
All you have to do is take our hand off our mouths
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Please for the love of God help my people.
3.5 million U.S. citizens live on the island and are in need of help.
America you claim you want to help your people well let’s start with people who truly need it.
America your necessities are their luxuries.
Puerto Rico was not yours to begin with
But now that you’ve claimed us at least take care of us
We don’t ask for much
We are only asking for the ability to breathe and read books
I didn’t know that was such a high demand
My people are suffering
With no water to drink or bathe
We are left with the stench of hopelessness
Because America, you are more concerned with toupees
Than your own people
Yes, I did not stutter
Your people, Puerto Ricans
No not the immigrants because we are not immigrants
Our passports are twins not fraternal
Why do you like us when we hit a baseball or sing some tune on American Idol
We are doctors
We are cashiers
We are students trying to better our lives
We are a people begging for help
Do not look at us and turn away
My island was once a beautiful place where birds sang in harmony
And the coquis call smoothed the worst of souls
We don't know this island anymore because our island is America’s landfill
A place where the government tested nuclear bombs without thinking of its own people
The people are living on faint hope backed the knowledge that tomorrow probably won't be better
Why do you, America, want us like this
America you ask me why do I care so much about an island I haven't been to
I care because my roots flow back to the land 100 miles across the sea
One that I have the ability to call home from my rented home here
America, you created this land so people of all nations and backgrounds could have a chance at a better life
My people are still waiting for this promise to be fulfilled
America we beg you, help us
My people are suffering
We are tired of being the last pick for the team we didn’t even want to join
We are tired of the rottened mold you have put us in
So let this be a warning that your mold is finally falling apart because of your greed
Do not blame us for this
You are the hand clamped onto ours and forced us to cover our mouths
America, Puerto Ricans are ready to talk so we can live in harmony
All you have to do is take our hand off our mouths
With the debt increasing everyday I felt that I needed to do something to bring awareness of the state my precious island, Puerto Rico, is in. Spread the word, help my people please.
