These African 808's keep my body dancing. I danced through my village. My hips swayed like the currents of the Red Sea. My arms twisted and brought in the men I'd never seen. They watched me dance. I saw the sun come up and go back down and they watched me dance. I kicked the dirt under my feet and they watched me dance. My shoulders rolled in like the creeping fog, like the boat loadsthey came and left and I just saw. I kept dancing. I saw Mom go away. I saw Daddy leave too. I kept swinging my hips until I was lost in blue. NOt even the shackles could tame my churning body. They brought me in and made me dance. I saw the sun come up and go back down and they made me dance. I kicked but found no dirt under my feet and they made me dance. They called me by names that weren't mine. I was forced to change my dance. I was conformed to this new land. No more freedom, the streets were hatred paved. I was no longer a dancer, but a slave.