Hard Beat Poem by Ma Aileen Canizares Salibay

Quick steps.
Hair whips.
Graceful twists.
Heavy sweats.

I felt the beat.
It was too intense to resist.
I was catching my breaths but I couldn't quit
because your beat was different from the rest.

I reckoned to dance till I grew sores in my soles
because I believed it was the dance for two perfect souls.
Then you smiled and gave a compliment
but was sorry because you didn't feel the beat even for a moment.

Now I hit the gym not to get fit
Nor to prey for a good meat.
My dance is my best way to wail
For my dance tells a good tale.