a bounce beat is power/ a call and response
district flowers bloom/all are ensconced
a form known as jungle/births oceans from ponds
GoGo revolution/ we translucent spawn
what you hearing/ drum and blood bond?
ain’t no concealing, freedom turned on
– in the same mirror, reflecting light-
one must acknowledge/ how frequent we listen,
frigid perspective, gone/ absent from kitchen
rhythmic faucets drip/ new waves
into dawning horizons
we stitch together/for glistening futures
we’ve been working/ our elbows have grease
too tired to dance, its not apathy
its surthriving,
between a living and a bounce beat