I'm blessed
To be the color of sand
The ocean often mistakes me for home
The same ocean where
My ancestors took their final resting place
The peaceful Taíno
Slaughtered
They want our culture
But they don't want us
They want to erase our history
They don't want us
On every return to my island
I must lay still
And become the sand
I must welcome the ocean
I must be home for their souls
We share the same skin
