Lunch at the Knutsford Plaza Hotel: B***, you don't know my hands - Part 1

Prelude: I went to lunch with coworkers and was part of a conversation that was in judgement of dancehall. The conversation went something like this. “You go to these dances and it’s amazing. The women are dressed like… And they have their hands on the floor… And they are dancing with a man who has them bent over. I mean it’s nothing I would ever do or you would ever do, but they do this, like, every week. I mean, Jake and I go and see this every Friday.”

This is my response.

Keep Calm and Put Your Hands on the Floor 

Part 1

You know very little

About my hands

Where they’ve been

Where they will go

Don’t judge

The five fingers that built the house

You run from

B****, You don't know my hands Part 1-4

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4