Puerto Rican Bomba drumming class two houses away

Two houses away along the ocean there is an authentic Bomba Drumming class.
I'm sitting in front of the teacher's drum.
I try to the rhythm of what I'm being taught.
I try to keep to this rhythm with my "writing with a pen" hands, and my "video game" hands, and my "girls aren't supposed to be like boys" hands.
I play a reverberating sound.
I realize that all the silent thoughts inside of me that feel like the world and in reality total and complete bullshit.
This realization helps to un-paralyze my hands and at least attempt to take this class I paid for.

-girl.