Words are just words,
But words can be painful.
The final workshop drew near,
And I knew my career could potentially fall from here.
Two weeks before the roles were assigned,
Four ballets choreographed, four leads aligned.
At 7:30 am, I woke up with a clear mind,
But excitement was difficult to find.
As I walked along the corridor,
I felt whispers at every corner.
Crowds divided in two along the aisles;
This walk was longer than the river Nile.
Confused by the sight of shocked faces,
I looked at the board and saw my name.
I was the lead for the main ballet,
I knew the haters would go insane.
Even though I was happy, I was still confused.
After all the comments, I couldn't help being amused.
I approached the headmaster, for the first time, now the last.
She told me I had the best technique in the class.
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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...
