POEM: Mi Cuba

Oh how I would like to see you
Before you are changed
I dream of you every day
I see you are hurting
I see the faces of grief, anger and sorrow
I hear what they tell me
But I want to see you for myself
I want to know you for myself
But they stop me from seeing
They stop me from going
They fill me with lies
They fill me with joy
They fill me with the stories
Their eyes look at me and cry for help
They cry for love
They cry for food

Un carro, una casa, una bueno mujer!

The life that they see me live
They cry for it
Building boats out of tires
Wood and cloth
Blood, sweat and tears
Man, woman and child
Sixteen sometimes twenty
All on a tiny boat
Deep oceans they sail
Praying to God for safe journey
Some never make it that far
Leaving behind loved ones
For a better life
The one that I take for granted

I cry as I watch
I can not believe that I see
I want them to have my life
Why do I dream of you?
Oh island so small
With tropical trees, good food
Good music
Un carro, una casa, una bueno mujer!
Oh why do they prevent me
From seeing you
Why do they ban you from me
I can not wait any longer
I need to see you for myself
Deserted streets
Old cars
Hungry eyes
I need to know for myself

Oh God make me into a bird
So I can fly away and perch myself on a buoy
And grab a passer by with my claws
Flying over the waves
To a save place
Where they can’t cry no more

Un carro, una casa, una bueno mujer!

POEM: Mi Cuba

TravelGyal

Heidelberg, Germany

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