Happy Day
A Poem Written By: Lynette Davis
I yearn for you
Your sweet whispers send shivers down my collar bone
I breathe in the air of your scent
And catch of wisp of the unforgettable
I’m intoxicated by just your smile
They all think I’ve gone mad
He tries to convince me that you’re my past
I say, I’m missing you
I say, I’m needing you
I say I’m wanting you
But you never loved me
I still love you.
All the lies I’d told myself
How you made me cry…
No, I made me cry
He’s telling me that anyone who leaves is a fool
Does this qualify to you
Or maybe, I’m the fool
Then again maybe you’re the fool
Yeah, I’m probably the fool.
Can’t you feel the rhythm
Will you bring the heat
Listen to the war cries
Of the children of the streets
While their laughter and jesters
Have you clowning
around
You’re krumping
heart thumping
Crowds roaring to
these sounds
The power of this movement
Finds her kindred, breaks barriers
The spirit of those who cry
When no one listens
Who hurt and bear pain
There’s nothing to gain
But this…release
Can’t you feel it
Connecting children of the streets
It courses through your body
A madness to twist and turn
To jerk and freeze
Ah yeah, you feel that burn
The excitement takes over
The DJ’s breaks getting loud
Yet, there’s a soul, a heart beat
This movement makes you proud
There’s a quick fierce shake
inside
Your breath gets taken away
Pulse is racing, hands mating
While your hips begin to sway
And you’re chasing the music
Or maybe its’ chasing you
No need for the reason
You’re just flowing to the groove
It’s pure it’s rapture
Erupting with a freedom
You have yet to understand
It has history, a deeper meaning
Before misconstrued and made
A cheap thrill
And though we called it hip hop
and other styles of street
We were the children of a movement
sprouted growth from the seedlings of dance
But I think that they have lost it
How despicably sad
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