Classic Poem

o the wonder man rides his space ship/
brings his power through
many moons
carries in soft blood african spirits
dance & sing in my mother's house in my cousin's house.
black as night can be/ what was Puerto Rican all about
all about the
indios & you better believe it the african things
black & shiney
grandmother speak to me & tell me of african things
how do latin
boo-ga-loo sound like you
conga drums in the islands you know
the traveling though many moons
dance & tell me black african things
i know you know