As she wraps the ghungroos around her slim ankles,
she can feel the pinch her delicate skin and winces in pain.
She gets up and stamps her feet lightly praying they won’t fall off
And then she does her pranam,
Thanking Mother Earth for allowing her to stamp on her
And then the melodious thump of the Table fills her ears
And she begins her form of worship to her god.
She peeps out of the curtain to see who is all watching
She hopes there are many drunks tonight because they usually tip the best.
Pulling on her hot shorts and midriff top, she stretches.
Yesterday she learned a new trick around the pole
And Friday nights always mean more money for her especially with new moves
And that will help pay for her children’s school fees and a new flat.
As she pushes herself onto the class,
She already hears the music playing and sees her partner coming to her smiling.
He helps tie her feet so that don’t move around and spins her around in her chair.
She likes the Rumba because it makes her imagine that she has working feet.
And today, as every other day, she dances for herself without the care of being different.