Dancing As I Am Poem by Zyw Zywa

Speaking with my hands, with my feet
...with my fists, with rain, and furious storm
in 'pass'words I am composing who I am
...with arm blows and stamping, without thinking

about who I am, who if you fight with me
...when there is a gale in our blood
and you too are crying yourself free while you dance
...my soul connected with your heart

heaven found in each other's hands
...our steps follow the sun
my whole body understands
...who I am
my whole body understands
...what is moving me