Something in the way I move
I walk quickly, so they say.
It’s not that I’m in a hurry,
That’s how my legs move,
Long legs, short torso.
Fast walker, slow sprinter.
My dance moves have gotten smoother.
They used to be jerky,
I didn’t know what to do
And I worried about what people thought.
Mostly, they laughed.
Now I don’t care what people think when I dance.
I’ll stand in the back of a concert hall
And let the music move me.
Something in the way I move
With the music
Takes me out of my skin
Into a body of rhythm and feeling
That stays with me until the concert ends.
The way I move is me.
The way I move
Something in the way
I move
I move
Something.
Yes, it is something.
Yes, it is something.
