To Dance or not to Dance

He made me dance, my owner. He gave the orders of my actions and commanded me to follow his instructions.

I have never danced. Well, I have, but only in the privacy of island’s blooming foliage, never in front of anyone. I was terrified, but I believe my reasons were two fold, the first being I was sure I would make a mistake and would be punished. The second reason is more complicated. Much more complicated.

To dance is to give of oneself, one’s emotions, to show the inner soul in the dance’s reflection. I am afraid of that which mirrors me, that which is inside, that which may be seen.

I am to learn this art of movement, practice it and make it perfect. It is something I never thought I would be expected to do.

Slavery is not at all what I expected.