By MusliRican

http://muslirican.blogspot.com/

Hejab on my head
With a machete dangling from my neck
I’m not a terrorist
Just a bonafide Boricua with coquis on my mind
I love the flares of salsa skirts
With claves and congas singing to my heart’s content
While I prostrate on the sands of Rincon
Awaiting the whales to make their presence
Borinquen is my paradise
Allah is my creator
Yes–I can inhabit both spaces
And when bachata comes on the radio
I move three steps lift
Three steps lift
And when the azhan is called
“Allahu Akbar” and “Bismillah” run out of my mouth
Give me some piraguas with a side of dates
A little of sunlight with a dash of breeze
As the scarves surrounding me beckon to worship
I can dance merengue in the privacy of my room
As mis hermanas talk about who is cuter in the group
Because–we are Boricuas loving our land
We are boricuas dancing our traditional beats
We are boricuas wearing our big fluffy skirts
We are boricuas eating our arroz con habichuelas
We don’t have to occupy one of your little boxes
Entrenching our identities into something you can
label
We don’t have to deny our abuelitas and our salsa
beats
So I can’t eat pernil anymore.
It’s okay–pork has never been my thing any ways
But I can still enjoy las playas as I wet my feet on
Caribbean oceans
Because I am more
More than your dichotomies
More than your ideologies
I am not just a Boricua
Or someone who worships Allah
So if you need a label to satisfy your curiosity
I’ll give you one now
With Qur’an in hand
Y bandera in the other
I am beyond your words
Because I am a MusliRican

© June 2007