I rise—
a Puerto Rican soul,
forged where salt taught stone
that surrender was never an option.
Question our worth? Watch our footsteps.
Every dream we touch rewrites what's possible.
We are not shadows asking permission for light.
We are the dawn that sends shadows fleeing.
Pride wears no color, carries no passport,
asks no surname. It simply stands
unshaken, unapologetic. So rise. Not above another, but above every lie that measured your worth. Honor your story. Honor theirs.
For every heritage leaves its fingerprints upon this land. and together, those fingerprints
become the hands that build tomorrow.
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