'Music' Poem by The voice of the forgotten solider Seanee' Flowers

That thing that I love
That loves me back
That makes me move
That makes me groove
Then makes me snap
I love when it flows though my ears into my toes
Mmm that smells good
I taste that bass in my nose
About to sing a song
Because music is my thing
Now I feel the rhythm of the drum moving my fears away from me
Telling me I have no thing to fear
I tap my toes on the floor
Open my mouth to make a noise
Out to the people
Do they love what they hear
Or
Do they hear a song of fear
So now I sing so loud and so clear
That everyone can in America can hear
How music is my thing