Untitled/unfinished You've been calling me for some time now, Incessantly whispering to me in my dreams, beckoning me to a stream of Knowledge flowing through my veins that I couldn't dare find in the hundreds of pages of books that I mistakenly thought would solely guide me to the TruthThe wisdom left by my foremothersonly when I sit in silence still as water anticipating cool Mountain breath focused on the tambor caged in my ribs, Yearning to speak an ongoing conversation of centuriesTa tun- Ta tun- against my sternum Petitioning my spirit to Realize a hidden legacy. When I close my eyessurrounded by the wind's cool embrace, eagles seem to cry "Remember"- "remember." And that note strikes a chord in the melody of my soulWho am I?I am That Who am I? I am Them Their song cannot be heard by a stethoscope The incessant drone of the djembe cannot be deciphered on an EKG, So who are you to tell me what medicine I need If I am to be healed I will be healed by the balm of my Grandmother's hand and the wisdom between my foremothers' brow.
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