At age six, my mother told me that dancing is not really for me. The ballerina in me died that day.

Age eight, I was told by my uncle that I shouldn't sing for other people. I never hummed eversince.

I held a guitar at age twelve, my brother told me "have you forgotten you can't sing?"

I  look like eight-shattered-dreams.

I trust that we know better now.
Break the cycle.