"ricans" poems
There's always been one word I could not figure. Why do we use that vile word ****** We've been called that word since we go off the boat. And now we think that word fits us as if it were a coat. It rolls off our tongue so very smooth. It's as if we don't know another word to use. It's become a part of our culture and a part of our life. Men say it to there children and even to their wife. But when white people say it we pull out a knife. I hear Mexicans say it and Puerto Ricans too. But when they say it, it's ok with you. That's one foul word and sometimes I use it to. I'm trying not to, and so should you. There's nothing good in that word. Not one little letter. We are not stupid people. We need to get better. That's one six letter word we don't need anymore. That's one six letter word we should kick out the door. Because when we use that word every single day. That one little word will never go away. R.Mendoza
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
Germans, love to be funny
German-English, love to be friends
Trinis, love to work hard
English, love to talk loud
Bajan, love to travel
Hmong-Americans, love to look classy
Korean-English, love to hangout
Koreans, look good in "gangsta"
Tobagonians, love to give gifts
Americans, love fresh vegetables
Chinese-Americans, love butter biscuits
Canadians, don't know that one guy
Kenyans, love Ethiopian food
Guineans, are the best Arabic teachers
Jordanians, love Kentucky Fried chicken
Brazilians, love Trinidad
Brazilian-Americans, have 5 kids
Puerto Ricans, love Ecuadorians
Ecuadorians, love Puerto Ricans
Peruvian-Americans, love concert piano
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of policemen
packed with guns, shields and mace
instead of open books to read.
What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of students
getting beaten and chased like rodents
because they decided to speak.
What a horrible scene
to watch thousands of children
without hope, without dreams,
because they will fail to pay the Dean.
What a beautiful scene
to watch thousands of Puerto Ricans
united, without fear, without weakness
because they decided to fight for what they believe.
by J.B.H.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 11:53 AM 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
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
I remember when
We fought those
Angry Puerto Ricans
With their shiny knives
And one of them got you
In your thigh, John.
I held your head in my
Lap as the blood from my
Nose trickled down your
Neck and chest and we
Were pretty drunk and
Very high on who knows
What and you asked if
You were going to die.
I said, "No, John. It's
Just in your thigh."
I remember that look;
Disappointment.
A furrowed brow and
You threw a gaze
To the wood-line in the east.
We all knew that feel.
The disappointment when
Death evaded us.
Cunning fellow.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
The black folk have lost their mends,
The Asian man lost his sense.
The white woman lost her wealth,
The native fam lost they land.
The middle eastern have lost their hope,
The Porto Ricans have lost their stand.
Maiyan people made a calender,
Curious people called it pretend.
Egyptians had built the pyramids,
We called it aliens.
Donald enforces police brutality,
Why is he president.
Tupac got shot for screaming peace,
Martin luther, the same deal.
Fake messages give new heat,
Raw truth sends chill feels.
Death by death by the minute,
Where is Hollywood's most broad.
Catastrophe by country,
This comic book chaos needs to stop.
Protesters reeking havoc,
Social media distorts what's real.
Toronto politics lookin loopy,
Landlord & tenant laws openly under veil.
Scooby and shaggy uncover a hundred
Frauds, yet still fear the devils friends.
People seem to refuse to stop and drop, their pride, because it protects their remaining innocence.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
the hippies called
the puerto ricans
spics
the puerto ricans
called the hippies
cabrones
not much love
there
but mostly
they got along
sharing the dirt
and hopeless
avenues
i knew a girl
with long legs
and longer hair
who stood barefoot
on the corner of
110th Street and
Lexington Avenue
selling flowers
she only had
one gift to give
and she gave it
and in the rain
her petals
washed down
the gutters
and magically
made the streets
clean again
~mce
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
i always say my neighborhood's got flavor
you say i give it too much credit
but what the **** do you know
about the puerto ricans across the street
who's little girls dance on plump legs
to music that vibrates their entire house
sure, you've seen the kingpin
that lives on our corner,
but you don't know that he plays
catch with his drug dealer's kids
and all those refugees
crowding up your corner store,
they're looking for an answer
just like you are,
but the difference is they've got
nothing to fall back on
because they're thousands of miles
from a friendly face and home
so when i tell you my neighborhood's got flavor
you should really say i don't give it credit enough
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
2/19/2015
note: this poem reflects my political views. I don't support puerto rico's independence but i codemn the way the USA has treated it. If you're not familiar with PR's political situation or don't follow Puerto Rican centric politics you'll be lost af. Anyways this is basically the day to day life i had when i lived back in PR, and my thoughts.
I hate americans.
They ask me, especially the independentista youth,
that think they're special and especially, communist revolutionaries,
"why? after all you are a Rich Kid."
Nah, you don't understand.
coming out of the stairs of St. Johnnies with my uniform
i see them walking with their cameras and tanners
me filling up with a very real digust.
and when I sit on the metro train to
San Patricio (and what a life, when I see the drug addicts on the metro with nowhere to go and the industrial hills of Catano)
I only see my fellow puerto ricans and i am relieved.
escaping the americanness of Ashford Ave.
and when I get to Los Meadows I tell my friends,
the Rich Kids,
How is it that those sons-of-bitches
can destroy our grand isle,
with their nuclear garbage
their doctors ruining our native women
and, from their offices in the mainland, teaching us english
just to send the little country peasants of Arecibo and Juncos
to die in their wars? and then
they have the audacity
to take their things and visit our beaches?
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
I said
i like the smell of whiskey
and the whole cabin was filled
with puerto ricans and chile pepper
seeds scattered on the floor, a hundred
pots lined up on the stove with rouxs
and sweet syrups, masa mixed with
pork broth, shortening and garlic
the men lining the porch in
sunglasses and blue wranglers
going on about the rig or Virginia
or Hurricane Matthew--
what is it?
about running away?
I thought;
time passes so fast
I've clipped pieces from the past, snapshots i've unknowingly gathered
Uncle Dude three sheets out, standing in the kitchen
after you'd been drinking all day, your mom reminiscing in the corner
with tired eyes and stained fingers from wine,raisins, condensed milk,
consoling a drunk neighbor, (Florida State won earlier)
through the screen while you reclined in the sun or
the rotating image of your heels crunching through the
long morning grass.
I'd been sustained on quiche that needed no seasoning,
coffee creamer, cherry pie and the feeling of slipping bare
feet into boots, on quiet, on
dark forearms and white biceps
the print of a little bird ring,
dark, brittle nights that smelled like cigars and Coors--
I've been trying to talk to God
all weekend but I think he's gone.
I think I'm alone.
I think I've run away.
I'm home, but there's nobody here.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
To help our fellow Puerto Ricans
Puerto your Ricans
Over to the United States
Where they can abate
The traumaization
There's beautiful girls from every nation
Let's provide their people some elation
They suffered enough abrasions
Already
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
No department of Education
No anti-corruption
No health care and dental care
No unemployment benefits
No social security benefits
When you’re old enough to retire
No help for people in needs, no welfare
No grants or loans for college students
No housing vouchers for elderly parents
No rules or regulations for the Stock Markets
No lawsuits against criminal cops
Due to immunity, they can **** anybody in the streets
And there’s more, more will fall in the craps
Many people will die sooner, before their time
Believe me that will be a sad crime
If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America
Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA
Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman
Who will never insult and disrespect Asians
Native Americans, Black Americans
Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans
Puerto Ricans, Europeans
Human beings, Africans
Latinos and poor White Americans.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
Since i met rakim i became a microphone fiend
Been Big since i had dreams magazines
Limousine picture me getting cream
Ridiculous suckas turn suspicious
Once they see my money grow vicious
Mk ultra a beat silence the elite repeat
See my tactics could wipe a navy fleet
Smoke torpedos this is for ya pendejos
Hating only my flows check these holes
As the blood pours left ya with open pores
Ya finna soar to the skies with no floor
Floating like Casper villian master
Taster any beat i eat with no receipt
Needed multiple guns
beaming
Flashback ya back into the
future
Got ya mind to time slippin' still rippin'
Sucka emcees glide it like Cal Ripken
Sippin' the baddest sins once again
With Thick chicks from African to Puerto Ricans
Dominican
Let's go time traveling
javeling
Fools hiding behind the
bushes
Only truces when my guns going in dueces
Extension gooses back to the Canada mooses
Yo im a bull make ya winkle as I get rocky
Jab sicker than Ali why me try me sly me
They dont wanna see the devil dance
Glance rhymes to beats greets romance
Unzip ya girls pants
make her beg for one more chance
Hit her with the dopest
stance
Cup the mic like it was a
baby
Fresh outta the womb from the tombs
Your consumed by the
blossom
To booms yo fools gotta make rooms
Gods Is back black melanin attacks
Swift as the slash of an axe
Causin' cell damaging
impact "yeahhhh"
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC