homage to my roots (where it all began)
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inspire by my friend bobby gonzalez-this poem inspire me
past times
previous generations
we have a knack for non-verbals and body languages
in opening lines of communications
every day, we continue to advance
knowing where we came from
where it all began
what needed to be said and done
at one time, we had unlimited spiritual capabilities
we digested and absorbed ourselves with dignity
honor that embraces self-preservation
never forgetting to pay homage to our roots
every single moment
every single day
there were many starving times
there were trying times, even back then
understanding the meaning of sufferings
gave us the drive to continue in feeding by anerexic children
endurance to reaffirm ourselves in surviving with our loving souls
and cultural impact
we walked proudly in this land we called ours
many years ago
other times, we took care
of each other tenderly like a stroke to a cat's coat
people danced on fire
without getting burned
expressing their strength to withstand
any hostile takeover
we lived by what we did
and what we did was shared
our thought, our beliefs, our perseverances
that was way back then
and those times, are no more