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I hear the songs.
I hear the chants.
My heart thumps to the beat.
I feel the spirits.
I feel the prayers.
My soul begins to weep.
I listen to the words
Although I do not understand them.
I feel the sorrow.
I listen to the rhythm.
I feel the connection.
My ancestors live within these veins.
I see them surrounding me.
I see them swaying to the beat.
For I am one with them.
I know those before me are showing me the way.
I feel the ancient warriors preparing me for war.
For one day they'll greet me home and remind me of where I once belonged.
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Deborah Portillo
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
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