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	Dancing Again

 
Gold coins on hips,
earrings jingle as we
do an attitude walk
rolling our shoulders,
enter the stage and
hip thrusts as we turn
to face the audience;
I am dancing again,
learning my first routine
to an Egyptian pop song
called "Chickie", lots
of hip movements,
sassy moves that
make me feel like
a woman once again.
Nothing has changed
but when I put
my dance costumes on,
I am no longer
a single mom,
homeowner, nurse...
I am a bellydancer.
I know how to
move my hips,
undulate my arms
as if they were snakes,
gold bangles
sliding up and down
as I smile at myself
and the other girls
reflected in the mirrors.
We are a bellydancing troupe
while we are in the studio,
and everything else
disappears.



Lori Beal

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