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The Belly Dancer

Learned private lessons in a club
in Chicago's Greek Town.
Her teacher told her,the bigger the
dancer....the more beautiful.
Being thin was no attribute to see
that skin roll!
When she finally saw a woman of girth
dance, it was like watching the Aegean 
Sea.
She was almost in a trance.
Such beauty, in an exotic dance.

Ah, she loved learning belly dancing,
but stopped.
When her teacher told her a true belly dancer must sew her own costume, sequins 
and all.
That was not her forte, but her downfall. So back to the classroom of screaming
children she went.
Playground duty, hardly a place of rapture nor enchantment just common cement.

Utterly crushed and deluded,she was not
in sequins performing in a lavish tent.
Just mundanely looking for an apartment
to rent!
Decades,like schools of fish swam away.
But she still has her finger cymbals and
in the dead of the night, likes to play them.
And before her mirror...
Exotically sway.

"Faiza" the Turkish Delight was her name.
Now lives a quiet life. Alas..no fame!

5/24/2019
9:30pm PST
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