In every dance, there is a hidden language that tells your story.
The secret language of the soul,
Becomes the confession of the body,
Revealed in movement.
When you perform you are out of yourself,
Larger and more potent, more beautiful,
You are for minutes heroic.
This is power.
And it is yours for the taking.
Bgirling isn't, just another dance from the streets.
It is an exquisite art form.
An incredible union of pleasure and pain.
With a slender beauty that is entirely its own.
Gymnasts dancing on glistening concrete
Was it possible?
They were flying
A whip of their legs, drifting off their feet...
Their magic, gravity defying.