April 1st, 2015
Maybe it's hard for some to understand
why I do what I do.
While others run,
And throw balls,
And win games,
I make art.
Don't get me wrong,
I've got lots of respect for the thing you do,
But why not respect what I do?
Respect the fact that I twirl across the stage in a flouncy outfit,
AND LOVE EVERY FREAKING MINUTE OF IT
Respect the fact that I don't play a sport,
but I don't sit around and eat Cheetos all day
(As much as I'd like to)
I work,
I sweat,
I bleed.
(I mean,
have you seen my feet?)
I can't run a mile in six minutes,
But can you perform six shows in two days?
I've got a hecka lot of respect for sports,
But where's the hecka lot of respect for arts?
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoems from a dancer, singer, actress who is flying blind through life with an open heart and an open mind. April 2015 through September 2015, prequel to An Apology for Her Poetry These poems don't need to be read in order... Just read the ones you...
