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Feb 2010
The music listens to me
not the reverse

I dance to my own tune
swaying to my own beat

I am my own little drummer woman
creating a tune of my own

I sing my own harmony
weaving through others' melody

I paint my photograph
using no light or dark or color at all

I do my own thing
being me my whole time.
Written by
Becka Traite
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