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Chieli Florez

As I pirouette very happily,

I run away to my lost dreams. I find

my voice is shaped by motion rhythmically.

Through dance expression is precisely timed.

My feet on pointe ignite with energy,

shoulders are anchored back in a straight line,

tight buns on heads held high, long legs free,

and confidence is something that's divine.

Leaping high something's not right, my movement

dulled I cannot fly. Screaming from inside.

texture missing from my life. Words fluent

start to collide. I've finally lost my pride.

Reaching my physical ability,

motivation to dance is left empty.