Sweating over the Marley floor

That horrifying word I heard you say, crucial and cutting

Its impact on my being, distilled through my sweat

as I dance across this marley floor,

shoes at the door 

I push my obedient prop, 

dancing as if my life depends on it 

I only have thirty more minutes 

before the lady behind the desk 

pops her head into the studio, invasively,

reminding me that my grace period’s coming up

That she and the security want to go home 

I ain’t never moved like like this in my life 

What is in me? 

I collapse on the marley, knees meet my chest

holding on for dear life 

All of the memories are no longer suppressed

because this dancer is thriving

 off of what he ain't never said