I am a natural acrobat, a graceful dancer,
A contortionist of dreams, longing to soar,
But life's cruel coin toss denied me the chance,
To twirl and leap on stages like those before.
I practice in silence, my own private show,
Each movement a prayer, each step a plea,
Yet I know I lack the training's pure glow,
That the girls behind the screen were blessed to see.
So I turn to my faithful screen and its glow,
Where acrobats and dancers enchant with their art,
And I let myself go, in the comfort I know,
Imagining myself onstage, playing my part.
As years drift by, my body grows still,
But the fire within, refuses to fade,
For I am a dancer, with an unyielding will,
Though unseen by many, my passions cascade.
So I dance in the shadows, where none else can view,
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Melanin Verses
Poetry"Step into the vibrant world of 'Melanin Verses: Celebrating Black Womanhood,' a collection of poetic gems penned by a young Gen Z artist. Journey with me, a black girl, from the tapestry of my teenage dreams to the canvas of young adulthood. Explor...
