The beating drum
In rhythm with my own heart
Pounding away,
As if delivering blows to my insides
As the man dances
His raven hair in a swaying braid
Clad in his culture
And proud to show the heritage
That was slaughtered
Yet still he dances, dances with a fervor
Stepping, sweating
His eyes hold mine for a moment
And I feel filthy
To be white
