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The Rite Steps to Manhood

Ciara Harris

Today I danced and proved all that I am. The thick wood smoke burns through my nostrils. Sweat trickles down my back, stinging the lash wounds along the way. My muscles seize but I stand my ground. I have made it to the end.

I started the first steps just a boy, naked and exposed to the early morning air, every eye on me eager for the outcome. Through the lashings, inflicted by my own to test my endurance, I persevered. Deep into the waning light my stamina prevailed. Even as my bare feet caught the stray embers that spilled from the fire pit, nothing could damper my rhythm, my steps.

Now I stand inside the ritual dance circle with the beat of the drum bound to my soul as my village, my people, look proudly towards me. Today I danced and proved all that I am, and I stand before them a man.

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The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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