And yet another poem - "Celebration"

Soft and bold,
with no apologies given,
they move joyously,
their motions flowing
where blood merges
with the life-earned songs
of mothers
and grandmothers
carried forward to them
on the winds of time.
Venues change,
but the dance
remains unaltered.
It moves them
from village to stream,
with water jars
balanced defiantly
on proud heads.
It sends them
"shouting"
down church aisles,
amens tumbling
from praising lips.
It sashays them
down urban streets
daring naysayers
to say a thang.
It sets their stride
down corporate aisles
drowning out
echoes of
"you don't belong."
This dance
keeps moving them,
keeps flowing them,
keeps raising them,
and one day
it's gonna soar them
straight across the galaxies