Dance

Oh, but these men who give their God a face full of phalluses, I laugh at them. It’s not about this. These rights are universal. These rights cannot be taken away, in the home, in the park, in the street. This is a thing for you and for me, like air and breath. I dance because for the next few minutes I need to be alive. I need to close all these voices out of my head. I dance because this dance needs to be born into the world. I dance because I am the channel, not the decider. I dance because I refuse to remain silent. I dance because I am hungry and don’t want to starve. I dance because this will make me eat food and keep myself healthy. I dance to push the toxic things out of myself. I dance for another chance. I dance not to live, but to survive. I dance because there is no reason or blasphemy involved in this- remember, I am just the channel. I am not responsible. I do my best. I dance because I love. I love sometimes, in spite of my dancing, which is my first love. I cry because I dance and dance because I cry. I reach for something in the dark and hope that it works, hope that it will protect me from the day’s misery. I dance because dance does not make statements of judgment. I dance because anything else might be too difficult at a given time. I dance because I will not respond to “no.”