In the gentle weave of time’s embrace,
My culture sings in a myriad hues,
Where ancient tales and dances trace,
The path my ancestors once did choose.

The rhythm of drums, the echo of songs,
A melody that binds us tight,
Through whispered winds and vibrant throngs,
Our spirits soar to endless height.

The scent of spices, rich and bold,
A feast of colors, flavors shared,
In every dish, a story told,
Of lives once lived, of love declared.

In the tapestry of my heritage, I find,
A legacy of strength and grace,
A bridge from past to future lined,
With dreams that time cannot erase.