The drums beat loud, a rapid pace,
That echoes through the crowded space.
The feathers spin in green and gold,
A story waiting to be told.
We dance until our feet are sore,
And then we rise to dance some more.
A celebration of the soul,
That makes the broken spirit whole.
Isabella’s poetry is as vibrant, rhythmic, and deeply passionate as her homeland. She writes with an unfiltered honesty about love, heartbreak, and celebration, often using musical cadences that make her poems feel like songs meant...