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The rush The grace The feeling I get when I dance My heart beating faster and faster and faster Until everything falls silent Its me And the music Just Me And the rhythm My heart is beating, my feet are moving My head is spinning, I hit it A switch turns on inside of me I’m in it to win it now I want that platinum, I want to make you proud of me I want to be the dancer you want me to be But ballet, thats not it. You ruined this, you told me I wasn’t good enough Point your toes, lift your chin, hold your leg higher Do this, do that. Who cares? Do I look like a prima ballerina to you? I am not tall, I am not lanky I am not skinny, I am not light And I’m sorry but I have ***** You can push me, Stretch me, pull me in all different directions To do what? Make me more flexible, more graceful, more you You have beaten me down with your words, so much that the one thing I loved most in the world has slowly been slipping away from me Dance doesn’t define who I am, It is who I am. Dance is me I am dance I’m big ***** I have strong muscles I’m not graceful, when you tell me to hit it hard, I hit it with intensity, with power Don’t ask me to prance around in a pink tutu. I won’t. Put me in harem pants, and a baggy sweatshirt Throw some beats down And I’ll groove it Pop it, slide it, lock it Sharp sharp smooooooth So many different moves, Some don’t even have names No Fouetté, or jeté No relevé, or adagio What do these even mean? Do I look french to you? I’d rather body roll Chest pop And just let my body do the talking I don’t dance to impress you I don’t dance to please your needs I don’t dance for high scores I dance to express the words I cannot speak
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Ballerina
The rush The grace The feeling I get when I dance My heart beating faster and faster and faster Until everything falls silent Its me And the music Just Me And the rhythm My heart is beating, my feet are moving My head is spinning, I hit it A switch turns on inside of me I’m in it to win it now I want that platinum, I want to make you proud of me I want to be the dancer you want me to be But ballet, thats not it. You ruined this, you told me I wasn’t good enough Point your toes, lift your chin, hold your leg higher Do this, do that. Who cares? Do I look like a prima ballerina to you? I am not tall, I am not lanky I am not skinny, I am not light And I’m sorry but I have ***** You can push me, Stretch me, pull me in all different directions To do what? Make me more flexible, more graceful, more you You have beaten me down with your words, so much that the one thing I loved most in the world has slowly been slipping away from me Dance doesn’t define who I am, It is who I am. Dance is me I am dance I’m big ***** I have strong muscles I’m not graceful, when you tell me to hit it hard, I hit it with intensity, with power Don’t ask me to prance around in a pink tutu. I won’t. Put me in harem pants, and a baggy sweatshirt Throw some beats down And I’ll groove it Pop it, slide it, lock it Sharp sharp smooooooth So many different moves, Some don’t even have names No Fouetté, or jeté No relevé, or adagio What do these even mean? Do I look french to you? I’d rather body roll Chest pop And just let my body do the talking I don’t dance to impress you I don’t dance to please your needs I don’t dance for high scores I dance to express the words I cannot speak
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
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