When A King Dances

When a King dances with the ancestors

his movement breaks the atmosphere

He surrenders to something

Outside of himself that many cannot quite understand

When a King dances with the ancestors

He releases trauma he never spoke of

Pain he still feels and addictions that makes him feel free, but he wishes he never had

When a King dances with the ancestors

It’s a wailing in the spirit for guidance in mourning

Kicking his legs

stomping his feet

waving his arms

It lets the enemy know he’s

Strong and mighty and

He won’t be left behind

I love seeing Kings dance

He dances with uncertainty

But groves with precision

like how he lives his life

There’s an innocence in his smile

but there’s miles in his stride

When a king dances with the ancestors

God is alive in his heartbeat

Grandma’s spirit in the grass beneath his feet

There’s no pain

no worry

He leaves it in the sweat that drips tsunamis from his brain as the tears follow

When Kings dance with the ancestors

It leaves him drenched in holy water

Steppin in holy ground

If you ever get a chance to see a King dance with the ancestors

You have been blessed

Your spirit moves with each muscle

Your thoughts captivated by art in movement

His presence is captivating and you can’t stop staring

he dances through trenches

Jail

Court

Brokenness

Heartbreak

Grief

Love

and he vibrates in ancestral wisdom

Turn the bass up and watch a king dance Shoulders start to move

His feet start to groove

His body dancing is ohhhh so soothing

Dance King!

Just keep dancing! Naturaleepoetic aka Francine Pruitt