Boricua Butterfly
I am the
Meta-morpho-sized
The reborn
The living phoenix
Rising up out of the ashes
With my conquered people
Not the lost Puerto Rican soul in search of identity
Not the tragic Nuyorican in search of the land of the palm tree
Not colonized
But free.
Mariposa boricua
Soy la
Meta-morfo-seada
La renacida
El fénix viviente
Resurgiendo de las cenizas
Con mi gente conquistada
No el alma puertorriqueña perdida en busca de su identidad
No la trágica nuyorriqueña en busca del terruño de palmares
No soy colonizada
Sino libre.
María Teresa “Mariposa” Fernández
Traducción al español
Ode to the Diasporican (pa’ mi gente)
Mira a mi cara Puertorriqueña
Mi pelo vivo
Mis manos morenas
Mira a mi corazón que se llena de orgullo
Y dime que no soy Boricua.
Some people say that I’m not the real thing
Boricua, that is
cause I wasn’t born on the enchanted island
cause I was born on the mainland
north of Spanish Harlem
cause I was born in the Bronx…
some people think that I’m not bonafide
cause my playground was a concrete jungle
cause my Río Grande de Loiza was the Bronx River
cause my Fajardo was City Island
my Luquillo Orchard Beach
and summer nights were filled with city noises
instead of coquis
and Puerto Rico
was just some paradise
that we only saw in pictures.
What does it mean to live in between
What does it take to realize
that being Boricua
is a state of mind
a state of heart
a state of soul…
¡Mira!
No nací en Puerto Rico.
Puerto Rico nacío en mi.
Mira a mi cara Puertorriqueña
Mi pelo vivo
Mis manos morenas
Mira a mi corazón que se llena de orgullo
Y dime que no soy Boricua.
Mariposa
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