Isla del Corazón (Island of the Heart)

Between two worlds, we stand astride,
Feet on mainland, hearts in Borinquen,
Our identity, a swelling tide,
Carrying memories of sun-kissed haven.

In city streets, salsa rhythms play,
Amid honking horns and English chatter,
Abuela’s recipes light the way,
To home, where palm trees softly scatter.

We wear our flag like second skin,
Red, white, and blue with single star,
In winter’s chill, we feel within,
The warmth of beaches near and far.

Our tongues dance between two tongues,
“Yo soy Boricua!” we proudly claim,
While “American” from work bell rung,
Two cultures, in one heart we frame.

From Bronx to Orlando, San Juan’s spirit thrives,
In festivals, in art, in every Puerto Rican soul,
Diaspora’s children, we lead our lives,
Carrying our isla, making ourselves whole.