In Mauritius dance is an act of rebellion, resilience, resistance 🇲🇺
At my lowest, dance lifted me, it put its hands around my throat and asked me directly to my face...it shouted "Do you want to live?" 💢
Dance looked me in the face and gave me the option to end it all. And yet, it made choosing to live the most obvious choice.
Dance saved me. And still saves me.
So if you ever see me on the dance floor, come and dance with me. I want to see your soul, I want to see your heart, your love, your rage, your resistance. Not your performance-I don't give a fuck about that.
I want to see YOU.
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