I have begun to unlearn the shames of being white, removed from my ancestry, orphaned alongside my family. I am learning pride for Borinquén, whom nobody owns. Podemos volver, como sea que vayamos.

“Boricua En La Luna” Juan Antonio Corretjer

“Song for Alicia” Max García Conover and Haley Henderickx

Anymore, no one knows how apostrophes work. That is fine. As a high school teacher, I’ve got important battles to overcome. None—not a one!—of them is actual grammar.