My feet keep patting even though there is no music
My knees keep bending like I’s about to run
My hips keep swaying with the rolls of water
My stomach keeps churning with no smells in the distance
My heart keeps pounding like fear is a new day dawning
My neck keeps cracking like it needs the touch of relief
My head keeps thinking even though there are no plans
My back keeps locking like someone is being carried
Now, How come?
Daddy played music in his own band
My daddy’s mama picked cotton in the fields
My mother’s mama was a seamstress
My mother’s father was a chef
My uncle was a preacher
My aunt was a nurse
My mother was an avid reader
My God placed them all in me
Gifts and talents are inherited
Look deep and you will find yourself
In Africa, In Europe, In South Carolina
Your background runs deep
Whether you work with my hands
Become a Business Owner or a Musician
Get on the Train, Be seated, Look out the Window
And you will surely feel
The emotional upheaval with Anxious unrest
However all the puzzle pieces of the mental health pattern
Will be Staring back at you
Uh oh! The depot is a coming
Is the next stop mine?
Shall I get off?
Stay comfy in the assembly of blood, soul and destiny?
Choose for yourself
Charter the course, remain true
Believe in everything
Learn your indelible history
Deep roots will guide you.