This is post 5 of 6 of a series of poems and prose that Rara sent to be shared with the Stories community. Each posting brings us a bit closer to her release from jail… If you can, and you haven’t already, please donate what you can to the Rara Relief fund. Every little bit will help her get back on her feet.
Oh – You should dance! – they’d say.
Never seeming to realize
we never stopped,
so he’d hold me closer
and we would twirl away
– – in our own perfect step – –
never minding the choreography,
or the shoulds,
or the theys.