I have felt your energy in the entanglements of ancestral songs. In the sugar cane fields of my ancestors. In the fields. I feel your chants in my bones. I feel your sorrow. But I feel your love too. In my marrow. You sound like Dominican winds, like Haitian pride. I love you. I’m in love with my culture. This is pride. Deep in the essence of you, in your magnitude. Magnanimous, ravenous. It’s in the way you roll them R’s, the way your passion seeps, it got that tang taste. It got that tamarindo. Spectacular, irregular beauty. I love this history.