Dance Concert

Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms This is just me, and myself There are people there Lollypop prima donnas Modern dance bare feet rebelrinas, SpicySalsa Latina Coke Bottles Loud and HERE hip-hop mamas Shadows, backstage Just me, and myself, here Girls surround the mirror, preening like ugly hens for a rooster That only sees himself Lycra glittering tightly stretched, no imperfections allowed In these bodies, messing up is no longer an option, it never was a option Just look at the pretty picture they are painting Dancing, speaking without voices of their own poetry in motion, they call it "I just want them to look at me", she says. Right.. go ahead and dance to the beat of everyone else Feet fretfully practicing [Fake]French with an American accent Jeté, pas, Chaîné S'il vous plaît danser votre coeur hors In Attitude Get It Shawty This is the very last time Just me, and myself Lost in whispers of melodies, movement strains and scents of Righting lefts, lefting wrongs, up and downs to my very own song Stage right, upper wing, Open up the Curtains Cue and a one, two, three Spotlight flashes in the eyes to hide all cynical opinions, judgments are blinded this is my stage, don’t lie to me, this is my stage There are no lies here Four, five, six, seven, eight, and a And All I Wanna Do Is just slip away Into my own Beat