Summer days on the block
Are meant for
Sundresses,
Smart mouths,
Nutcrackers &
Smiles.

High noon heat
Has the music blasting Papi’s anthem
while playing dominos
sweating as much as my bottled drink
It is home.
Can you feel it?

Street veins burst with water
For the whole neighborhood to play in.
Me & my homegirls
Ready for trouble.
There’s nothing
our attitudes can’t handle.
“Don’t come for us, if we don’t send for you”
It is power.

Especially if you have the nerve
To step to us with two left feet
asking for a dance to Bachata.
Our stares will roast you
quicker than Island sun.
But the laughter & love in it
Works as revival.
This little block be church for us.
Sunday service.
Each day, el dia de Dios.
Es la Verdad.