The fluidity of a brown woman’s body on a dance floor
Is somewhat shattering to all the others
The glow of our skin
Our arching backs
Like vertical horizons
All shades of wonderful
We are
Unaware of what we possess
If there was ever something so intangible and beautiful
It would stem from the way our bodies are blackened waterfalls and rivers
Spilling into the sky
All the others are jealous
On a dance floor we own
Our men love our bodies most
When we are swaying
Hips first
Arms risen
Saluting the heavens
We possess the soul of the earth in our hips
We must not dismiss what power we are home to.
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