Spanish Harlem Eliana Rivera Spanish Harlem, where you hear loud-ass music, pumps open for little kids. People screaming each other’s names out the window, Eliana, hola, ¿cómo estás? Turn the corner and see the “thugs” catcalling young girls that wear those tiny summer shorts. Old men playing cards or dominoes, listening to Frank Ruiz with a Corona in their hand and a cigarette in their mouth. See the kids pouring out the house with one size 4 sandal and the other a size 10, running for that Mr. Softee truck. A bunch of old women in the front talking shit in Spanish about the girls that wear their shorts too short with their crop tops too tight. Ella es demasiado joven para eso, no dejaría que mi hija usara eso o en mis días nunca usé eso. We know it’s a lie We all know they dressed like that in their twenties.
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