[TRANSCRIPTION NOTES: I added accents when necessary. There are asterisks (*) on the lines I was not sure about, either because it was not clear to me what Luis meant, or because it refers to a place or thing that is Cuban or Puerto Rican, or because there seems to be a typo.]

ARAQUA – COQUÍ
From my book "ABNORMAL FOOTPRINT"
By: Luis D. Perez

Le voy a contar la historia,
de un Cubano-Borincano, que
en Caparra el vivía y en la
Mistral estudiaba. (*)

Al Coquí yo le miré, tocando la
flauta un día, y era la amiga
mía que le daba un contra pie.

Luego de ahí me alejé con una
sonrisa playera, y era la madriguera
de los montes de Guaynavo (sic.). Oscuro y (*)
muy abrumado hasta Guayama llegué.

Me comí los chicharrones y los mondonguitos
fritos y gritando "Hay Bendito", en
Bayamón me paré. Luego me desperté con la (*)
música guajira y acordándome de Cuba,
hasta una plena me bailé.

Por las Patronales me pasé y mirando aquel
ambiente, me tomé un maví caliente y a
Guayama regeresé. - Caballero que sonrisa
cuando el Coquí me miraba, y tomando piranguitas
en Santurse terminé.

Para terminar la fiesta y mi gira Borincana,
grito con mucha gana, tu libertad extrañé. (*)
En el Lechero me fui, pensando yo en Gurabo, (*)
terminando así la historia del Cubano-Borincano.

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I am dedicating this poem to my Puerto Rican and Cuban families. Araqua was the name of Taíno Indians and Coquí is a very small frog that lives only in Puerto Rico. (*)

Luis D. Perez

MY Ancestry - Mix
From my book "DESPATRIADO" - Man without country
BY: Luis D. Perez

I am searching for my soul,
my roots have been found in the rivers,
and on the mountains in Cuba.

Latino Indians and African slave send
splendor like rain and sun,
the mixture of culture is given me
a great treasure on earth.

Without a country, I am American,
my ancestries are many, I am sharing the
blood of a prison culture, not only the
pilgrims or puritan create America.

I am a debtor prisoner, Oglethorpe was my father
and I became a founder of a wild land,
my blood is not only with the native of Cuba,
but, I am the soul of Savannah in Georgia.

I never was recognized,
but my ancestry-mix, is like
God gave the birds the power of flight.
I am your own roots, because God made a
human being, a member of your family.

My mother land, my ancestry-mix,
my blood and roots are in you and me,
look at the mountains and touch me on
the rivers.

Watching for the sunrise,
the reflection of the mirror will confirm
that - My ancestry mix is in you.