So, as you know, my friend Tracie and I have gotten hooked on Dance 411. It just feels so great to be dancing again! It’s truly one of the thing that makes me most happy in life. Sometimes it can be really frustrating and really hurt a lot ( I mean, a lot!), but even then it’s pretty exciting.
Lately, we’ve been taking a lot of hip-hop classes. Hip-hop is one of those dance forms that I’m not sure I fully get. I’ve definitely never taking a class until now, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m one of the most uncoordinated people when it comes to this specific genre. It’s such an amalgamation of smooth/flow and quick/sharp movements that definitely takes awhile to master or to even be slightly good at. And then, as if that wasn’t complicated enough, you have to bring a little bit of your own personal groove to it or as the young kids like to call it, “swagger.”
Now, I have lots of things, swagger unfortunately isn’t one of them. When I’m told to “freestyle” or put a little “swagger” into my steps, I get this weird question mark expression on my face, because truth be told I don’t know how it’s done. And, I know it’s all about me and my unique expression, but when it comes down to it, I’m an introvert at heart that likes to (more than anything) look like everyone else. Blend in and disappear is my secret motto. So, swagger, I hope one day we’ll find each other, but if we don’t, please believe it’s not you.
Now for something totally random. I wrote a poem about dancing in a club with someone I was really digging on. It got rave reviews in a poety class I took awhile back. Let me know what you think.
It Must Be The Music
Maybe it’s the music that’s got me
dancing this close to you
grinding your ass on me
thrusting my pelvis into you
riding my leg, me
stroking your dreds, you
clutching my waist, rubbing me
grabbing your belt, pulling you
close to my ear, whispering to me
breathing heavily and wanting you
leaving tomorrow and me
wishing I had this song in my playlist.–
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