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My Native Tongue

The blinding lights

shine on glistening faces.

Applause fills the air as music ceases.

I recreate this scene again and again.

 

My body emulates sentences

with. periods, and commas.

We do this to plant a picture

in their minds.

 

Constantly evolving,

DANCE is an expression

of the way we feelwhen we fly free

without wings to carry us.

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carson-bell
American
Published
Sep 20, 2011
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