champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
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The Inner Dancer
What if today was the one day when dancing
naked was duty and you are always dutiful?
Would you sway, slow and sinuous
in your mind even though your body
can't make those moves anymore?
Or how about shaking and shimmying?
Let the tremors move your folds
and quake your flesh until you ache
from unaccustomed inertial resistance.
Let's celebrate the glory of living
with no more judgement
or distaste at a person who sees life
differently than we do.
I can no more remove the ravages of time
from my skin. The folds, scars, and softness
mark me in ways I should be proud of bearing,
and not shamed by the ideas of a beauty industry
that tells me there is only one way to look.
My hair is not full of melanin and bounce,
this is the colour of maturity and is glamourous
in only the way an older woman carries glamour.
My face is not smooth and fresh
with the dew of new. These furrows and folds
explain the depth of emotion and reaction
that only a life of sorrow and happiness,
worry and relief, regret and accomplishment can draw.
Revel in your imperfections and enjoy life.
If that means you need to change to feel good,
make the changes! If you are glad and ok
being who you are, then explode with the joy
of knowing this is you. No matter what you seem
and what you show, just for today, dance.
Dance those steps that make you remember being human
and how lovely that humanity makes you.
Dance with all you are and embrace all you can be
and I will dance with you.
What if today was the one day when dancing
naked was duty and you are always dutiful?
Would you sway, slow and sinuous
in your mind even though your body
can't make those moves anymore?
Or how about shaking and shimmying?
Let the tremors move your folds
and quake your flesh until you ache
from unaccustomed inertial resistance.
Let's celebrate the glory of living
with no more judgement
or distaste at a person who sees life
differently than we do.
I can no more remove the ravages of time
from my skin. The folds, scars, and softness
mark me in ways I should be proud of bearing,
and not shamed by the ideas of a beauty industry
that tells me there is only one way to look.
My hair is not full of melanin and bounce,
this is the colour of maturity and is glamourous
in only the way an older woman carries glamour.
My face is not smooth and fresh
with the dew of new. These furrows and folds
explain the depth of emotion and reaction
that only a life of sorrow and happiness,
worry and relief, regret and accomplishment can draw.
Revel in your imperfections and enjoy life.
If that means you need to change to feel good,
make the changes! If you are glad and ok
being who you are, then explode with the joy
of knowing this is you. No matter what you seem
and what you show, just for today, dance.
Dance those steps that make you remember being human
and how lovely that humanity makes you.
Dance with all you are and embrace all you can be
and I will dance with you.