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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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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