It was in an afternoon of salsa
That was where the resolve was built.
I saw young salseras y salseros happy with what they were dancing to,Not just good music but to good times that will be forever rekindled Till the day your youth is no more
I am broken,
But I am here.
I still breathe
I was paying homage today.
To a time when we were just kids Happily dancing to anything by the LogombasWhen artistry wasn’t as astonishing as the eyebrows of many ladiesTo the house I was welcomed after a virginity was lostTo the streets whose hedges weren’t caked with dust then And…
A blank page.
It lies in wait to be filled.
A blank page is a gagged pageDuct taped like a kidnapped oneNot allowed to tell any tales.
I stared at a blank page and saw its yearning to tell a story. I felt the zeal and…