art dance
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Running down the stairs
With my pink embroidered dance bag
The rising temperature
Causing my skin to moisten
Like a melted Hershey bar
I watch from the corner
the room so full around me,
people grace in all directions
my heart beats in agony.
I watch from the corner
As humans, we desire to feel like we belong,
To be with people who make us feel strong,
As humans, we desire to feel acknowledged,
To have others accept us and our vibrant knowledge.
Dance
The rhythm the beat
What feels oh so sweet
The sweat the passion
Where the hours go it doesn't matter
The competition the enemies
Why do I go on with this pattern?
