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Dance

Watch me.      
1,2,3,4,5,6        
Come on,        
Baby. 
   
 
You were    
Hitting me    
With those    
Combinations    
Quicker    
And quicker    
Challenging    
My mind    
To find    
New ways    
Of thinking    
About it-    
Shadows    
Hunched    
Over the halls    
Of dance    
Bringing it    
Back up    
4, 5, 6    
To Street People    
By Foxfire    
And no one    
To tell me    
That    
I was too    
Young    
To be    
Absorbing      
Your sex:    
Something    
Illicit;    
Otherwise    
I would have    
Never known    
What      
My body    
Was going    
To look like      
In a few    
Years    
Jetting    
Through    
The studio    
(Of gay,      
Black male    
Instructors    
With your      
Whiteness    
Infused)    
If you hadn’t    
Shown "it" (woman-ness)    
To me.  
 
#Joel Hall #Boitsov #Hubbard Street #Dance Teacher
Written by Nari (Laura Jean)
Published | Edited 28th Oct 2018
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