Dominican Identity
Puerto Rican or Colombian, I am said to be
but it's not my hair or my skin that defines how i should be seen
I close my eyes and drift away
and there i am in my beautiful island
picture perfect, full of serenity
my beautiful island never fails to impress me
the sun brushes my skin and the soft breeze moves me and reminds me of why i love my country
Dominican Republic, my sweet and beautiful island
that's what I am and that's how i should be seen
I come from the picture perfect land full of serenity
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