Neo-Soul Poem by Bree Z Love

Heard this thing like the melody
of whistling tunes to hypnotic drums.
In and out of my God's
World music fused; harmonic sounds.
Horned;
in a vibe with my newness.
The melancholy beats rooted in Old West African.
Tribal hearts;
beat newness into souls.
Unity through those songs; some with verse or just instrumental.
I'd longed to connect with my whole family.
We tied to his Race.
I feel the spirit and my own.
One.
My Neo-Soul.
This one of a kind humanness.
We are one!
We are Divine.
No Divide.