My name is Aubree,

I love the wide open sea.

Dream job in the Mob,

Naw, I’m too lazy.

I wana be a dancer.

Type that fight cancer?

Grammy died of it

Went in the cloud; no return

I still dance with her

Day after day and

 Step after step, I keep on

Moving to the beat,

Pursuing My dreams.

 My Dancing keeps me going

Up, down, on the floor.

What stops me is fear.

To be criticized, called queer.

But this is me; free.

Fear leaves the room and

A new song comes on.

I being to dance