Hear the whisper of the sound

the rhythm of the beat

I can feel it in my soul

though dancing with bound feet

to execute a pirouette

 I simply tilt my head

for arms that chain behind one’s back

cannot be used instead

my grace is not within my leap

or twirls up off the floor

it shines from deep within my glance

and how my spirit soars.


Sharon Jeanine Simpson-Joseph © 2001

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