Flow
Like fish in a river,
my body moves swift.
Along with my mind and soul,
my dancing's a gift.
An escape that was created
by those who carry a heart so broken.
The movements produced
are considered one's token.
As I sway myself
like palm trees in the breeze,
my heart begins to float,
my body is now pleased.
From the abuse and anger
my family display,
dancing is my key
to the gate to freedom-what my mind portrays.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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