When you picture elegance and effortless beauty,
A vision appears so seamlessly,
Be it from a screen or a magazine,
Some fairytales are built on dreams.
Crystals, gold, and white,
Blissful music that makes you cry at night.
Through teary eyes, my heart sighs,
As through love, Giselle met her demise.
As I sat in a crowd-filled theatre,
I noticed a repetitive occurrence:
One type, one standard, one skin tone,
Always ascending the throne.
A circle of separation,
A criterion of desperation,
Threatened by the oppressed,
A fight that will not rest.
A battle fought twice as hard,
One to receive a minor part,
Leaping over hurdles that were built like walls,
As they stand there waiting for you to fall.
Only for you to do the impossible,
As the crowds, still and in awe,
"You may not like me,
But I have talent dripping from my feet."
The black ballerina, so bold and rare,
Pirouettes to her heart's content,
Breaking barriers that were once cemented,
Making history for all who resent it.
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
