Thursday, 24 March 2011

I use to

I wanted to be a dancer
I wanted to feel light
I wanted to feel free
I wanted to be a graceful beauty
Sitting for hours in front of the tv
Admiring Debbie Allen's choreography
Wanting to have FAME
Wanting everyone to know my name
Pause play
Pause play
Over and over everyday
Getting those routines down
To afraid to take this path
My body isn't quite right
The inner desire
Doesn't match the outward attire
Legs too short
Thighs too thick
I'm no skinny stick
This dream is too far fetched
So for now
I'll admire from afar
Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul
But in my heart
I'm still a dancer......

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