The beating drum
In rhythm with my own heart
Pounding away,
As if delivering blows to my insides
As the copper man dances
His raven hair in a swaying plait
Clad in his ethnicity
And proud to show his heritage
That was slaughtered
Yet he still dances, dances with a fervor
Sweating, stepping
He grips my eyes for a moment
And I feel filthy
To be white
