I will not
dance to your war
not lend my soul nor
my bones to your war
not dance to your
I know that beat.
It is lifeless.
I know intimately that skin
you are hitting.
It was alive once
I will not dance to your drummed
I will not pop, spin, or break for you.
I will not hate for you or even hate you.
I will not kill for you.
I will not die
I will not mourn the dead with murder nor
I will not side with you nor dance to bombs
because everyone else is
Everyone can be wrong.
Life is a right not collateral or casual.
I will not forget where I come from.
I will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved
near and our chanting will be dancing.
Our humming will be drumming.
I will not be played.
I will not lend my name nor my rhythm to your beat.
I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. T
his heartbeat is louder than death.
Your war drum ain’t louder than this breath.