In the rhythm of the drum’s embrace,
Echoes of ancestors find their place.
Dances weave stories through the night,
Guiding souls with gentle light.

Colors burst in vibrant array,
Each hue a tale from yesterday.
Songs of old, in voices clear,
Hold the wisdom we hold dear.

Flavors rich, a feast of lore,
Binding hearts forevermore.
In every dish, a memory lives,
A legacy that always gives.

Hands that craft with tender care,
Traditions kept with love to share.
In every stitch, in every thread,
The spirit of my culture is fed.