Que Bonita Bandera: A Poem

“Que bonita bandera…” is sung around the island,
As the aromatic scents of sugar waft through the air,

being inhaled by people who lie dying of starvation.

Fields, once stocked with overflowing crops,

Now gone and taken over by cooperate owners,

Not caring how the people of Puerto Rico will find their next meal to eat.

Men and women laid off work,

Trying to make ends meet,

Seeing the hurt,

and pained looks of their children’s faces, as their stomachs grumble with hunger.

Unemployment lines packed with mothers and fathers,

Food stamp lines stretching miles long,

Yet not receiving government help, as if nothing is wrong.

 U.S. corporations making themselves at home,

Making promises that just grow old.

Islanders waiting for these corporations to open their doors,

Expecting to work, and nothing more.

Yet all these promises end up being lies,

Therefore, Puerto Ricans gather together,

As they rise,

To make their voices heard.

Many of the islanders leave,

In order to find a better way of life

While others refuse to leave,

Deciding to deal with the strife, of their island, of their home.

Que bonita bandera, la bandera Puertorriqueña

Written by: Jen

*As my final paper for my Latinos class, I was told a min of 10 poems could be submitted. Here is one of the poems I wrote & submitted*



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  1. In fact, I am currently writing a blog about my experience as a Puerto Rican on the mainland so its kind of ironic I found your poem…I had a stress attack my sophomore year of high school and used to have major anxiety so I totally relate with you. For me, writing is a huge release of stress and that is why I am write poems, stories, working on a novel and now the blog because reading good works/writing keeps me sane. In short, thank you for this poem.

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    1. Wow that sounds incredible! I’ve always wanted to be a published writer. I’m so glad you have writing to help keep you sane. It helps me do the same! It’s good to know someone else relates to me. Anxiety takes a toll on the mind and body so it’s always helpful to know there are others out there who truly do understand. I’m so happy you enjoyed my poem! I was really proud of it when I finished it 😊. Xo

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