Since you came, our fields
don't look the same.
You broke us down and
changed our ways.
We were once beautiful
filled with lots of green
and the calm blue of the sea.
You destroyed familys and dreams
and our hope simply disappeared.
María, ******* hurricane,
my little island is not the same.
My heart aches and screams
to see how it once were.
Beacuse we were once beautiful
and then you came.
On September, hurricane María came to PR and changed everything. I had to go through a though process just to continue with my life. I moved to another country to keep working on my dreams, but some people weren't that lucky and lost everything they had. Many people still don't have power and some things are going well. I just hope to see my beautiful island tbe way it was...
