The beauty of culture
lives in me.
It sings to me
and breathes in me.

I allow it to use me
to stay awake
and wrap myself
in its warm embrace.

The rythm of culture
beats its drum
it taps my toes
and moves my tongue

I dance it’s dance
all the day long
and create your trance
when I humm it’s song

The wealth of culture
rich I am
milk and honey
In my promised land

You cannot move it
it does not break
traditional means
too deep to forsake

No matter how long
I’m far away
The beauty of culture
is mine to stay.

I pay homage
in poetry
to my DNA.