For I hear the beating of the drums
Boom boom boom boom
For I hear their cries and chants
With the drums
Boom boom boom boom
For I not know what they are chanting and crying out
But deep in my soul
I hear them calling
I hear them chanting
My heart beats with the rhythm of the drums
Boom boom boom boom...
For it is my ancestors that dwell within me that know these cries; that know these chants.
For it is my ancestors that release my tears for all of those who have ever known the cries, the chants, and the rhythm of drums that go
boom boom boom.
For I carry with me my ancestors
That will forever carry on
With the rhythm of my heart like those ceremonial drums.
Boom boom boom
About the Creator
Deborah Portillo
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
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