Marching to
a Different Drum Beat
I Hear A
Different Drum Beat Than Others
And
especially, at night, when I doze off to sleep
It’s like the heartbeat
The rhythm
of my life
That I am
inclined so deeply to listen to
No matter
what anybody thinks or believes
Including
the woman who gave me life
My mother,
whom I love dearly
A beat, so extremely
innate and personal
I have heard many different drum beats
And maybe
tried walking to them
Some very enticing
Just didn’t
feel right
The reasons
are my own
The drum
beat of my existence
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