I am from red lipstick,

Switching costumes between dances,

Shoes flying everywhere,

“Watch out it’s a ‘shoe fly’.”



I am from a ballet barre,

Plié, tondué, rond de jambe,

Wearing a black leo and pink tights,

“I don’t want to see what you ate for lunch.”



I am from a hospital,

Broken bones, fractures, sprains,

X-Rays every month,

“What did you do this time?”



I am from music,

Fast, slow, happy, sad,

There is always something different,

“Who wants to listen to some Mozart?”



I am from a dance mom,

Taking me to my competitions,

Some far and some close,

“Win or lose, you are a winner in my heart.”



I am from a teacher,

Teaching me all the things I know,

I make mistakes, but she fixes them,

“Dance for yourself, don’t worry about who’s watching.”



I am from friends,

Coming to support me in what I love,

Cheering for me even when I fall,

“You look like an angel when you dance.”