Ballerina on the wooden floorA Poem by LianaThat beautiful fresh soul, Just twirling….because… The ugly voice came from nowhere, A failed dancer… She said… “Look at the ballerina with the big thighs, The black leotard…. And the splinter- It stuck like old criticisms and habits. This woman looking back. “Be like this….. put your arm here…. Just be like this.” Blinking, twirling…. So many sequins… Squinting, and changing the movies in my mind, Still now a new woman… © 2012 Liana |
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