greatpoetry | Belly Dancer by Diane Wakoski

Can these movements which move themselves

be the substance of my attraction?

Where does this thin green silk come from that covers my body?

Surely any woman wearing such fabrics

would move her body just to feel them touching every part of her.

Yet most of the women frown, or look away, or laugh stiffly.

They are afraid of these materials and these movements

in some way.

The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow.

Perhaps awakening too much desire—

that their men could never satisfy?

So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up

in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel

the whole register.

In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable

desire for rhythm and contact.

If a snake glided across this floor

most of them would faint or shrink away.

Yet that movement could be their own.

That smooth movement frightens them—

awakening ancestors and relatives to the tips of the arms and toes.

So my bare feet

and my thin green silks

my bells and finger cymbals

offend them—frighten their old-young bodies.

While the men simper and leer—

glad for the vicarious experience and exercise.

They do not realize how I scorn them;

or how I dance for their frightened,

unawakened, sweet

women.

Beautiful. Just beautiful. I love it. So true. I'll never look at a belly dancer the same way again.

I have a couple of friends who belly dance, and they love it. It's a fascinating subculture, and beautiful. :D

I enjoyed reading this

This is one of my favorite poems.
My male friend didn't like what he interpreted as anti-male sentiment toward the end of the poem, which I can see.

I'm doing belly dancing for the first time and this was perfect to read.