La Salsa Boricua
Willie Colon, Hector Lavoe, they play
for us, for our people. Una salsa
tan rica with the consistency de
mi sangre. El Todopoderoso
starts at the eardrum and proceeds
to overcome mi cuerpo eterno.
It exudes from my pores and reminds me
of a place where las palmitas dance to
the rhythm of the bongo and the brass.
I hear Frankie in the distance singing
over the noise of smacking dominos.
I smell my Tia’s arroz con pollo
topped off with some of her special salsa.
Boricua. It is more than just a race.
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