A Parade for the Big Girl that Lindy Hops Too

A Parade for the Big Girl that Lindy Hops Too

Written By Julia 

The cats’ meow in your dancing garb, 

At the Renny; Savoy, and the segregated Cotton Club 

All eyes on me front and center 

I flipped him because I could

I was all woman, powerful and strong

In the imagery of how it used to be... Harlem was envogue 

and so were you

 Wishing I could be born again, 

as dancers like you Miller, Washington, Gibson and Watson

 and on an air step Saturday nights 

Bringing back Calloway, Ellington, and Basie 

 While at the dance camp and I could see them too 

The sight of you doing …

those jazzy African rhythms the cakewalk, blackbottom, boogie forwards, boogie backs or even the Big Apple would mesmerize any ballroom crowd 

He was smiling and in my smile there was a joy 

Something of an internal happiness drawing me to my own dance parade 

Hughes said it simply 

To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! 

Till the quick day is done. 

Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... 

Night coming tenderly Black like me.

 I am Dancing and Whirling and Dancing at the big girls parade.