Analysis of a Dancer
Evidently, I did not fit in amongst the rest, after all this audition was but a large test
As I walked into the studio that brisk fall night, I felt my heart begin to take flight
After a year of practicing and training, my time has come
I entered the studio room without any sense of glum
It was a night dedicated to dancing, eyes watching me
Yet I could not ignore these women as they judged me
Examining each of my movements, looking for just one flaw
I laugh lightheartedly in their faces, as their eyes begin to fill with awe
Though my technique is not perfect, they cannot dismiss me
For my love of dance was clear to thee
A year of hard work, the time has come, finally my dance was done
Just a few weeks later, satin pointe shoes in hand, I earned the respect I was once afraid to demand