The smell of sweat- My tears as I’m slowly dancing,
A young child on stage, early practice, lowly dancing.
Mother says “Ballet is what makes a girl solely happy.
Nothing else matters but when you’re wholly dancing.”
In my heart, mind, and soul, my holy trinity,
I knew deep down I wasn’t made for rolely dancing.
“The choice is yours to release the betrayal within”
Still the curtains will rise upon my folly dancing.
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