Does not flinch as my boot rolls the pine limb over / The night is wet with icy stars sprinkled down its ribs

Call her First Lady of Fania Records. / Insist she’s flip side of Celia Cruz / cutting her smile like caña, or Aretha’s / 
Puerto Rican sister.

Rumors said Tupac would rise three days / after the fourth to spite the holiday. / He’d push his thorns through cracked cement / 

Photo Credit: Rachel Eliza Griffiths