Inquisition
By Grace Lara, '20
“Turn it up! Turn it up!”
You feel Latin music bump-bumping
down your spine, through your chest.
Carlos grins at you,
twirls his hips a little faster.
Nothing is going to stop you
in this living room on East 143rd Street,
so you turn the volume up up up
and dance.
You feel Latin music bump-bumping
down your spine, through your chest.
Carlos grins at you,
twirls his hips a little faster.
Nothing is going to stop you
in this living room on East 143rd Street,
so you turn the volume up up up
and dance.