Smack the Ground

My bones shake the earth

My hands roam the sky

My body swims in rhythm

My hips move in code

My love is sonic language

My feet kiss the earth

My tongue hits the drum

My feet smack the ground

My fingers dance thru water

My neck swings like branches

My hair falls likes leaves

My sweat is a puddle of prayer

My heart is the evidence

My feet still smack the ground

My throat is carved in joy

My lung swallows tradition

My teeth are full of clave

My kiss is a perfect storm

My eyes are recording

My ears are reporting

My feet still smack the ground

My heels are healing

My voice is painting

My love is chanting

My feet still smack the ground

My land is a place of worship

My living room is alive

My kitchen is the medicine

My spirit is my treasure

My body is the vault

My feet still smack the ground

 

My pride is content

My chest a tambourine

My torso a symphony

My body climbs the wind

My feet still smack the ground

My ritual is legacy

My aura is breathing

My hips are deceiving

My feet still smack the ground

My love is raw

My lips are nocturnal

My eyes speak your language

My feet hit the ground

My body is an earthquake

My mind inhales the tremble

My essence is pure

My feet will always

Smack the ground