The music, the rythem, the way it makes me feel.
Holding my posture, shimmying, and dancing.
Moving to the beat feeling like a drum beating inside.
Feeling alive as my coins and zills make music of their own.
Feeling free as my skirt takes flight as I spin and shimmy and dance to the beat.
This is only a part of being a belly dancer
What makes you whole is the friends you make.
The bonds you build.
Dancing as one feeling the beat of the drums.
Thumping in time while you share with everyone.