You can tell I'm Boricua by my long, curly, dark hair
When you look into my eyes you see culture in my stare
My tongue taste like adobo my mouth like rice and beans
I am the Taino goddess you have never seen
My hips sway with the Salsa my heart beats with the drum
I'll have you drunk off my love, like dark Bacardi rum
Touch the arch of my back and feel my ancestors load
My kisses are dynamite, to make you explode
The dimple on my cheek is a pool of delight
Touch my feminine arms, feel my culture’s might
My eyes, like the stars that lead the Tianos to shore
My powerful touch any sickness can cure
Taste my thighs; you'll taste my culture’s glory
Grip my palm to read the Tiano story
My steps are so great it cannot be measured
Dig into my Boricua soul, you'll find buried treasure
You'll find abundance in my breech
But no decrepitude in my reach
My tongue utters efficacious words
So meaningful, so smooth just like my curves
You can tell I'm Boricua by the beauty in each strand of hair
Look into my eyes; find the culture in my stare.
