Does it comes as a surprise that I dance like I've got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs. Out of the huts of history. Shame. I rise. Up from the past that rooted in pain. I rise. I am a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling. I'll bear in the tide, leaving behind nights of terror and fear. I rise into a daybreak that wondrously clear, bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave