The BLACK Male Ballerina
All of my dance life people told me how I would never make it
How i'm not good enough
How I don't have a dancer body
How i'm not graceful enough
But I didn't care what others thought
Dance was my escape
Dancing was all I cared about
It was all I could think about
Their words and the struggle I had to go through only made me stronger as a dancer
It made me who I am today
A Black Male BALLERINA
And I stand for every other black ballerina out there Your weakness can be your greatest *strength
This poem is about:
Me
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