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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?