I beat my drum

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A brief but thought provoking poem about the drums through African-American history

Submitted: February 22, 2017

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Submitted: February 22, 2017

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I beat my drum to express my pleasure and to eliminate my pain.

I beat my drum to find myself when I can’t find anyone to blame.

I beat my drum to honor my ancestors, my great parents, aunts and even uncles

I beat my drum to express my strength, because after all my battles

It’s the only gold medal I’ll ever have despite my countless victories

I beat my drum because it’s important to me

To remember those who were sacrificed so I could live gloriously

I beat my drum because it is a representation of me

My past, my present and my future,

All that I could ever be.

Isn’t it a shame? That I’ve been beating the same drum for years

But the rhythm never seems to change

 

Back Then,

I beat my drum, to lessen the tension

I beat my drum, to wipe my bloody wounds

To heal my scars and repair my heart

I beat my drum, when I wasn’t being beaten

After all, it played the happiest tune

I beat my drum, to tell them to run

Further away than I could ever run

I beat my drum, to warn the others

Run, Run I said

I think he is coming

I beat my drum to call my children

Well, the few that I knew

I beat my drum to call my family

The family that never was allowed to function properly

My drum wasn’t always a representation of pain

But wait! Is there anyone to blame?

 

At one point in time

I beat my drum to call the villagers

To greet the children and welcome others

I beat my drum, at local gatherings

To celebrate and move

Rhythmically and peacefully

I beat my drum for worship rituals

To praise the only savior I ever knew

I beat my drum to celebrate good news

I beat my drum when a strong courtship had formed

When a child was born or one was found

I beat my drum to lead others

To show them a rhythm that once guaranteed happiness

 

These days,

I beat my dream to honor my fallen kings and queens

I beat my drum to worship the one I serve up above

I beat my drum to pass time

I beat my drum which makes me realize

The rhythm I’ve been beating

Will always follow me

If I don’t release my drum and

Let life be 


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