“I Dance” by Brianna
I dance
dance to the rhythm you left me in
the rhythm that you used when my mom
has your pleasurable shelter.
The type of rhythm that the savages
used when their freedom was about to
come.
I dance to that rhythm. That rhythm
of life.
I see you when I dance
I see the eyes that capture me when
I was born.
The two hands that held me in your
strong arms
the hands that went through dirt and
pulled out the struggles of what you
went through.
But I can’t feel you when I stop
moving.
So I take each step so I can see you
as my father.
I take each step to feel you
but every time I lose my way
try to find music to help me breathe
Sometimes I don’t know who you are
cause when I stop dancing
the building around me shut down
the people turn around and face each other
and the love for each other on the
inside fades away
the bruises on my mom’s arm
appears.
And the happiness you once felt turns to be anger
I wonder why you are like this
cause God stopped playing the music
I wonder why you are not listening
cause the grooviness of your step lost
its way
I wonder why you don’t see me anymore
cause the music in our lives stop showing
a happy image.
I can’t take it when everything stops
cause I stomp my feet to hear singing
and I stomp my feet to the beat to breathe
in life.
I stomp my feet to end the fighting
that’s going on
I tap my feet to bring back your
heart from hell.
I try to bee the reason of the
had autotune violent music in our
house.
But I breathe in the soulness of
the 60′s, 80′s, and 90′s.
To get a trace of what a family
of music should be like.
So I dance, dance to the stress of the beat
I dance, dance to the anger it its
tone.
I swing my hair in the air of
madness
and shake myself up and down
to get the happiness flowing
I sweat cause I need to survive
so I can get a happy home in this
house we call saintairs home.
I dance cause it’s the only freedom
I call my mother.
