Spoken Word - Dance In My Heart

I stare in the mirror and true to genetics, the features of my father stare back.

I used to wonder if my mother hated me…
I knew she didn’t…

But as my tiny face and hands
Grew into a man
That ruined her life…"Reason"…
Took a backseat to "Logic"

So somewhere in-between
Monday night beatings and
Friday night cookouts 

I learned to be still-
And kill-
Every notion of
Every emotion
That dared to motion 
My little heart to MOVE-

To groove to the beat of its own drum-
Where someone would someday dance
In its rhythms
And forget the schisms 
That whisper, “I own you"-

Until the day they whisper back, “I own you”