[Spoken Word] Woman, let the music drop into your lower back before it ever reaches your face. Let the head follow last. The head is proud. The spine already knows. A bow is not humiliation. It is the body saying, without words, I see something worth approaching. Sink through the knees only as far as grace can still hold you. If the grace thins, rise. The rising is not a retreat. The rising is part of the same sentence. Lower. Feel the floor receive you. Rise. Feel the air receive you again. Remain beautiful in both directions. Man, when she lowers, do not lift your hips to meet her. Do not turn her bow into a request you answer too quickly. Let the dance complete itself. Your stillness is what makes the lowering holy. [Chorus] Lower. Rise. Remain beautiful in both. The bow is a circle that learned how to fold.
