curves

i stared at them. i punched with all my might. i jumped and kicked with full strength.
i did a nice a grind.

and they loved it.
murmurs and mumbles came through the mist of melody blasting from the speakers.
they looked smaller from where i was.

i was on stage.
doing aerobics. a role model to encourage others to do better and not to give up.
i burnt calories like a mole rat diggin' holes.


before all that buzz...
before i was onstage...
what happened was...

"is your friend alright? how come he's so ON?"
"were you a boxer?"
"are you gay?"


my answer is simple.

"i was a dancer"




are you confused yet?
nevermind then.