The beat starts and I feel a fire inside.

My hips move with rhythm while my feet follow behind.

Hands reach to my head, grab my hair, close my eyes, don’t care who’s watching.

This is not a show; we are here to sweat.

And I do, face dripping, hair soaked.

My body feels alive when my heart begins to race.

Feet pound on the ground, body rolls to one side, pauses, and then rolls to the other.

This is not a show; we are here to sweat.

Knees lift higher, hips drop lower.

Thinking not of the pain, but how to give it my all.

The beat gets faster, feet running now, faster and faster, shouting out loud.

This is not a show; we are here to sweat.

But you can join us if you want.

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