When A Black Girl Moves by Neltah Chadamoyo

When a black girl moves she does it like no other
As each limp swings it's almost like telling a story
There is purpose and beauty
Its more than just getting one leg in from of the other
Its more than just going
Its an art that can get you lost in wonder

When a black girl moves
Its like pure gold both hard and fluid
In synch like nothing else ever seen

Its like an experiment that has never been done
And yet you do get to see
It's smoothness and hardness that only exists
When a black girls moves



She will put her right foot forward
He left one will liquidly follow
Its more than watching movement
Its like being in an orchestra
Listening to a symphony of angels
Which you watch but feel deeply
And only get the experience
When a black girl moves

Whether she is going very fast
Whether going very slow
And even when she is just strolling
She goes from fluid to hardness
As her limps take off and land on the ground
As if in flirtation with the ground beneath
And the ground in agreement flirting back
Because it too knows this only comes
When a black girl moves

The swing in her body can only be found in her
She goes with a joyous precision
That not even organised manufacturers can produce
For it is a form of movement
That is so unique
And can only be found
When a black girl moves