Natalie Leon

Natalie
Latina and songful
Whose mother's melodies sang her to a realm of peace and tranquility.
Who treasures the church's choir and bands' pieces resonating and carefully echoing their
delicate tune into her ear like gentle waves.
Who has to feel the rhythm and pride in every song she plays. It's a never-ending cycle.
Who needs to sing to wake her, calm her, and embrace her when she experiences loss.
Who would trade anything to hear Abuela sing her quiet birthday song directly for once again.
Who believes she will drift away from her mother's tongue if she does not sing and feel the folk
music, its gentle, strong tune like a prayer.
Who would want to behold her idol perform under a silver moon in her warm and lovely
motherland, harmonizing with the roars of the people.
Who is connected spiritually to the past’s melodies, rooted to the present’s music, but open to the
future's lyrics.
Who is as loud and proud as the Jarochos on stage with their tap shoes, yet as sweet and loving
as the white ivory pearl skirts flowing beneath the spotlight. In a trance, dancing to the music's
never-ending melody.
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