Still small movements.
Thump.
Heavy thump.
Its the beat of your heart,
It gives warning to keep moving,
fighting, dreaming, and ******* believing.
Believing in who the hell you were designed, contoured, birthed to be.
What sir is the drum of your heart?
Does it move to the rhythm of our mothers laugh,
Tempo of our grandmother's love,
or rapid cadence of our grandfather's
words?
Does his words to propel you?
Do they elevate you to fight,
Fight for the right to be whoever the ******* want to be?,
To be the voice of declarative reason,
Or the man who laughs and cries without reason for fear?
Are you the man that bundles pain for harvest,
Like a miner to coal in anticipation for the cold season?
Are you the preparer?
I tell you what I believe,
I believe you are a bold product of the past,
yet powerful reactant for the future.
I believe you are a warrior and King.
But what do you believe?
Tell me Anthony, what is the drum of your heart?