Rhapsodic Rhythmic


I have hips and they twist 

Brown arms that like to wave

When I wake

My feet hit the floor  

My dance begins

The rhythm I move to

Comes from my soul

It was planted in me

In the beginning

Passed down from

My mama's mama's mama

And then some

Everyone has their own true rhythm

And it's beautiful  

It's natural  

At some point in time  

Someone told us a false story

That we all had to move in one way

Dance to the same music

Compete with each other  

Judge movements that are different  

No no, beautiful  

Move naturally  

Don't pass judgement  

Do you see how easy it is  

Look at how magical you feel  



Kenyari KeithComment