Our Dance

The way we dance,
The way I know you, when we dance.
The way our palms match, when we dance.
Drums speaking,
Calling us to formation,
And we dance.
The way our body speaks, when we dance.
It tells you not to worry,
They can take our home,
But they cannot steal our dance.
We forget our tribes, when we dance.
We lose our tongues, when we dance.
Ojuelegba becomes home to everyone.
Our stories are shared,
As we dance.

-Thara Popoola