Junot Díaz - The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (excerpt 11) lyrics

“No amount of wishful thinking was changing the cold hard fact that she was a teenage girl living in the Dominican Republic of Rafael Leonidas Trujillo Molina, the Dictatingest Dictator who ever Dictated. This was a country, a society, that been designed to be virtually escape-proof. Alcatraz of the Antilles. There weren't any Houdini holes in the Platano Curtain. Options were as rare as Tainos and for irascible darkskinned flacas modest means they were rarer still. (If you want to cast her darkness in a broader light: she was suffering the same suffocation that was asphyxiating a whole generation of young Dominicans. Twenty-odd years of the Trujillato had guaranteed that. Hers was the generation that would launch the Revolution, but which for the moment was turning blue for want of air. The generation reaching consciousness in a society that lacked any. The generation that despite the consensus that declared change impossible hankered for change all the same. At the end of her life, when she was being eaten alive by cancer, Beli would talk about how trapped they all felt. It was like being at the bottom of an ocean, she said. There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most people had gotten so used to it they thought it normal, the forgot even that there was a world above)” (Diaz 80-81).