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Don’t Ask Me To Dance

Now when I meet someone the very last thing I tell them is that I dance.  

Because their reply is almost always “When can I see?” 

And my immediate thought is “fuck you” 

But I always reply with a smile and “I don’t perform” 

Asking to see me dance feels like asking me for a nude photo.  

Because in that studio I might as well be bare.  

When I'm dancing that is the one time I feel completely myself.  

The one time I feel completely in control.  

In that studio I am untouchable and nothing can go wrong.  

There are no mistakes. Only aesthetic and character and charm.

Mistakes are just new 8 counts you’ve created.  

There is no wrong. There is only rhythm.  

Dance is a constant that has kept me rooted.  

When all else is unfamiliar, dance remains true.  

It is as personal and important to me as my faith.  

The details of which you won’t find me discussing at the workplace.  

When you ask to see me dance... 

You ask to see me in my truest form.  

In my happiest place.  

In my most vulnerable state.  

My peace is not for public consumption.  

So please

Don’t ask me to dance.  

Missing Peace

Mama Was Right