The Dancer
The beat hits my ears and captures my soul
Takes me over and leaves me with no self-control
The words clash against my head and transfer through my body
For the moment the song runs is the time I release my inn self
For that span of time I forget the world
For that little bit i can just enter some other place
Another dimension
For some time I have had to live up to certain expectations
Do this do that
Those words that go on and on and repeat like a track stuck on replay
Society today has taught me that originality shouldn't exist
That it will interfere with the future
But who can really tell what the future holds?
Burning my head and molding my mind into what you want it to be
MR. this and Mr. that
They tell me that dancing will get me nowhere
But for me personally I don't give a damn about whether it does or not
Dancer is who I am
From what I see a dancer can be success
On the street corner i see a person with a hat full of bills to pay his rent
In a club I see a stripper who makes enough money to put food on her table
In a School I see a dancer who makes enough money to live
A dancer can be successful
I am a dancer and from what I see I will be successful too
Copyright © Kit-Kat Lee | Year Posted 2015
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