BIN-BINS

Bin bins, passed down by ancestral hands.
Worn across bellies of every shape, whispering intimacy.

Bodies that have birthed, bellies once smooth, now torn.
Human forms weighed down by life, by worry, yet still dancing with joy,
hips swaying to the rhythm, waists adorned, exalted by beads of a thousand colors and shapes.
Luminous, fluorescent, incandescant.

Secret language of seduction, of healing, of protection from spirits unseen.
Once veiled, now revealed, no longer just for the lover’s gaze.

Today they shimmer boldly, over clothing, over skin, claimed as statement, as style.

Hips that carry both burden and joy,
scars and victories
rhythm and resistance,
passion and pride,
a cradle of identity
looped in color.
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Bin-bins, telling the intimate and collective story of women from Africa and its diaspora.
etched in motion, wrapped in meaning.

Dance, again and again
in the eyes of the world.