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ablaze, the candles burned

beside the wall of Big Pun

with flowers around them,

the kids stood in front of the

mural with bowed heads glad

to praise the one who sang against

the jeering eyes uptown, the disapproving

priests, and an angry God who they

say forgets to save. the mother big

with another child, holding a little girl’s

hand, stared at the wall like someone

seeing into a mirror waiting for truth to

ripen in her eyes. when her lips began

moving the gathered listened to her

say Mr. Rios we have passion left to

love the block, you remain sweet for

for us and the children like to stop in

front of this wall to cobble hope and

rap. in the silence of the afternoon,

before the crowd dispersed, a prayer

was said to remember the secrets of our

brown skin ancient like dark mother

earth.