Music of the Heart
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     Back some thousand years ago 
     There were some Spaniards who came 
     And they settled that land way down south 
     Latin America is now its name 

     With them came some bedraggled slaves 
     Who brought their very own beats 
     All the way over from Africa 
     Which started a brand new streak 

     Music was a way to pass the time 
     To turn away from what was real 
     That you were forced to do manual labor 
     With no pay; an unfair deal 

     So they took their beat and drums 
     And expanded on what they had 
     Till they had many different types 
     And none sounded all that bad 

     From Shuar music to Salsa 
     And in Brazil there was Choro 
     While Andean Folk music came about 
     Argentina came up with Tango 

     They used all kinds of instruments 
     From guitars to flutes to drums 
     And for the women who could not sing 
     They could always do a background hum 

     And the music came from their hearts 
     Their very souls put in 
     Changed into different words 
     How they felt; how they’ve been 

     You see, music is a language 
     One understands or does not 
     And until you really appreciate it 
     You’re really just like a tot