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Have you ever seen a snowflake hit the salt waters of punta cana? No. Because the water is warm and salt and snow don’t mix- yet there she was- standing in the corner of 109 street - with snow falling on top of her curls- yet the snow didn’t melt- she was a very cold island girl- And if there’s something about island people- is that- they don't seem to become anything else, no matter how many planes they take for a better life, parents uprooting tender palms, before the coconut even ripens, they might find themselves on a different type of island, where people don’t even know coconuts are actually green. But the island where you come from stays, and the island is warm, and fruitful, and it’s water melts the snow away- so why wasn’t the snow melting at the top of her head? Had she let the cold take over her island soul? Unfortunately It had. And what’s an island girl to do? A woman raised by matriarchy , a Latina whose dark skin never fit within the island girl box- a woman who learned early on that fighting was the only way to have her voice heard. What is an island girl to do? She decides the cold isn’t the problem- she She tells herself the cold exists like the birds and sex and the tees. The cold wasn’t the problem. The problem was her fear of it. And thus she set out to conquer it . And not in the ways in which Columbus conquered her people.... no. not like that- Taínos are noble people- and so was she- She would embark on an internal journey where fire and icebergs merge. Where she learns to dip her toes in the cold ice covered pavements just as joyfully as her toes getting lost in the sand. Because no cold will stop her from getting under the covers, no cold will stop her from letting the gates of her heart open. No cold would stop her from becoming the island that she was. she wasn’t trying To melt the snow anymore- she wanted to use them, to make a different kind of sea- she wanted to sit inside the storm and witness it. Add beauty to it. Because why can’t the warm seas and the snow coexist? Why not? And thus her journey began- with twenty layers of warmth- but one by one. A touch of a flake here, a dip with the tongue there, a few lines of “let it go” and “ the cold never bothered me anyway”...... The layers started to fall onto the floor. Her goal: To one day stand bare on the snow. And to her I say- island girl in the winter-- remember who you are. You are an entire island- and Winter does not last forever.