The Home Band

I’ve never felt more in tune with a group till now

Where my skin color

My upbringing

My languages

Do not matter

Somewhere I can forget what the world wants from me

Find comfort in

Cold brass

Concert scales

And my own breath

Here, in this band, I am only judged by

My skill

My leadership

My dedication

And how much of my soul is in this

And despite zip code or my address, my home is here

Where I get lost in

The rhythms

The beats

The base lines

Of the music we make.

 

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