Mixed Chicks Can’t Dance.
Well, except for…
((probably YOU if you’re mixed))
But who’s counting??
So let me rephrase that: AmbiJawn cant dance.
Now, I’m not talking about to stepping at the club- I GOT that:
I’m talking about DANCE INSTRUCTION. I don’t take it well. At all. I’ll put it this way, I’m the one dance instructors always single out, in a hopes that a little extra attention MIGHT boost my confidence, put me on the right track.
My dance class deficiency is one of life’s great mysteries- sort of like how mother is is white, yet darker than me. And it’s not a race thing either- I took African dance in college for years and believe me, the Anglos had me beat. Everybody has me beat- save for my brother William. But he doesn’t count because, well, he’s a republican 😀
Just because I need a little help getting into my body doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try. And try I will. If you are in the Philadelphia area, I suggest that you try this too: