I know I can dance
I know my feet can glide through the air
My fingers, positioned and light
My hair, black and curly, hugging my head
I know the soft, yet sturdy feel of ballet slippers
Embracing rough feet
I know what it's like after a long day to find solace
In pliés, relevés, and élancés
I know all of this because I am Mina Sicalc
Fourteen-year-old
Ballet
Dancer
But what do I not know?
I crave for the wind to drag me away
To express hope in rippling lakes
To be alone, but not alone
To be a part of a whole
I cry to be seen
Not on a wooden beam
But on a grassy slope
Watching the sunrise croak
I ache to fly, to travel
To see what secrets unravel
To dive into frosty waves
Not knowing if it'll be okay
Yes, I can dance
Yes, I love when I prance
Yet, I know I have more places to walk
Afterall, I am Mina Sicalc
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