What am I afraid of
My biggest fear?
I'll gladly tell you
If you’ll buy me a beer
Ex-wives, girlfriends,any of my ex’s
Latinas with knives
and most women from Texas
Their husbands and boyfriends
Usually drunk and packing weapons
But if I’m being honest
I will have to plead
Women just in general
scare the hell out of me
Let me narrow the field
If I must confess
Any damn woman
in a wedding dress
That would have to be
my final answer
Wait, also nuns with rulers
and exotic dancers
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Dance your Salsa
Dance your Merenque
Dance your history
Of conquest and survival
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Debajo de las Palmas
En sue colored brillantes
Against the clear white sand
In broad flowing skirts
Filled with freedom and life
Singing loud, Musica de mi
Proud people
Lifting up the sorrow soul
From depths of despair
Let the Congas rap and the
Trumpets scream;
Timbales, get out of control
Ivory keys chime along
Cantan una cancion Latina
De la Isla del Encanto
Cantamos con el Coqui'
My people, humble people,
Happy people, make your
Sound loud!
Bailan Oh! Chicas
No dejan de bailar
Cantan las historias de
Mi jente - no callan mas!
Excerpt from my book "The Big Apple Turns Briwn
When You Slice It" selected poems and shirt
strokes of my Nuyorican Culture. Published 2002
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