She’s up at the stage
Clinging onto every word, every melody
As if it’s her last
That high note opens my heart
I feel for everything she’s ever loved
She’s ever cried for
She spirals around with a big smile
Today may be her last day
Magic in the air
Her voice is a spell
Penetrating my soul
Reminding me
it might be my last day too
My godmother took me to a Cuban restaurant for my 17th birthday. I ordered salmon with yellow rice and it was sensational. After we ate, this woman with big curly hair and a smile that can melt you arrived.
“Buenos dias!”
She greeted the crowd and started grooving. Soft Cuban salsa music. Tributes to Celia Cruz. The woman had such a strong voice that I felt the waves. I felt her strong spirit. Desires and sorrow. I felt her. She was so raw up in that stage, dancing to her own melody. Feeling complete in every step she took. This is beautiful.
“Azucar! Azucar!”
I felt Celia Cruz up in that stage. Her battles and bravery as a black female salsa singer. How she closed her eyes and saw a world of music where others came together and beautiful energies collaborated.
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