awkward always
there was no sway
to the way i moved
God knew you had no
rhythm so She rewarded
you with curves instead
my mama said
still i tried one foot
in front of the other
i’d grind my way into
a bump but usually found
myself head first in a
great pile my uncles
nearly died from laughing
you think too much
she told me empty your
brain and just listen a
minute there is a flow
in you that will show you
exactly what to do so i
thought what’ve i to lose
so many doors had to
close for me to reach that
quiet space and unfold
just listen eyes shut i heard
the music and waited for my
body to remember it’s
rhythm
right right left left back front
turn step right right left left
back front turn step right
right left left back front turn
step i’m sure i glowed finally
in step with a class full of
pros dancing in time
i lost myself that day in
those turns and loved myself
along the way as i found
myself at a pace where i was
more than that clumsy girl
falling out of time i finally
lived up to the imagine
of that free girl in the
patterned dress filling a
dance floor

This is good, what was the website for the flyers?
Can see so clearly. Love
Beautiful narrative poem, Wanda. And, I love the photo. Thank you. xoA
Waited for my body to remember it’s rhythm – I can relate. Thankyou
Thank you.