Dirty Music
This is not dirty music,
It's a heavy beat
With a deeper depth;
Catering to
Our instinctual need
For rhythm,
From before
Our births,
Layered in the womb
Of our life bringers,
We had bass
In our ears;
The pulse
Of our mothers' hearts;
And we kicked
To that tempo,
And now here it is
Again louder
And oh so real,
Gritty; jarring
Rattling our bones
Comfort it brings
In it's constant groove
We bob our heads and step to...
Copyright © Nestor David Armas | Year Posted 2012
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