I Dance…


I dance to know who I am.
When I am in motion,
I move to find the rhythm,
That permeates this commotion.
This body is a pen.
It’s movements are words.
Every dance is a tale.
I write about this world.
It is the physical expression of thoughts,
Intertwined with flesh.
When melody and ligaments meet,
Infused with breath and sweat.

I dance to bring light into the darkness.
I move to understand,
What lies beneath the skin.
I dance to trace the cord,
That leads to truly who I am.
Dance is an act of love.

By: Lebo Mashile


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