You must be some island
that you fill the hearts of so many so far away
with dreams of brilliant shimmering waters, flamboyant flora, and a thousand sweet fruits
It must be some magical Caribbean night
that gushes salsa up to the stars and back down to Division Street,
through that bombastic trombone known as Willie Colón
It must be some fancy guayaba-filled pastry you concoct
that your Borikén bakery-in-exile sells out of them by ten every morning
leaving hundreds without their sugar fix, in anguish and despair
It must be some inspiration you give
that your exiled son returns after 19 years, to work like a cotton-mouthed mule
adorning barrio walls with the Taino, African, and, yes, even the European symbols of your heritage
It must be some lush artist's palette
that paints such lovely smiles on the faces of your children,
shining through the tears of day-in-day-out havoc and depredation
It must be some crazy spirit you instill,
that the cold northern winter does nothing to still
your bomba y plena, your hip hop and punk rock en Español
You must have some little sister
to pit a man named Kayak against the largest fleet of ships in the world,
scaling double-speak Statues in her defense
It must be some special substance you possess,
to turn the eggs of your little sister's chickens
a brilliant bioluminescent blue
It must be some forbidden pleasure
that makes so many want to pillage your riches
and bombard, strafe, and chaff your little sister isle from dawn to dusk
It must be some sad misrepresentation
that has made you one of the most lucrative locations on earth
for tax-free corporate investment
It must be some perverse logic
that keeps sending your children far away from home
to a land where justice is the exception, genocide the rule
You must be some island
that your children and your children's children
never stop laughing and longing and fighting to set you free
For Luis Rosa, who continues to struggle "like a cotton-mouthed mule." Peace.
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