AA4320 to KIN: B***, You don't know my hands - Part 2

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 part 2 of my response.

Keep Calm and Put Your Hands on the Floor 

Part 2

Don’t try

(To be me or see me)

Cause these hands

Have been taught

By generations of

Floor masters

Who are me

Just when you’ve figured out

Perspective shifts

Moves

Remove, reshape, recreate

A twerk becomes tweeted

I add a twit, lock, drop, and twist

Until

Newness emerges through my veins to my fists

To the smooth surface below

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

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4