Ballerina Blues
Stretch and practice, practice and stretch
Each solo dance as unique as a sketch
Hours on end, we train to succeed
We scream when we hurt, our body’s now bleed
The work we put in, nobody knows
The pain of being on our toes
As we hope to be given fame
We also have to feel the pain
Of feet that blister with open sores
To create something the world adores
Which brings us to the dance debut
But by the time the dance is through
Our body’s broken for what we do
We do it for us, but also for you
And even though it causes pain
We know the phrase, “no pain, no gain”
Submitted: August 21, 2014
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R.L. Zabel
AWESOME!!! Seriously, truly 100% adore this poem! Could not have described what we go through any better. Including the blisters. It's awful! And bunions! Eww. My feet are disgusting lol Love it
Tue, August 26th, 2014 8:50pmAuthor
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lol, glad you liked the poem, glad I was able to portray the image you were hoping for, I look forward to new suggestions from you!!!
Wed, August 27th, 2014 11:09am