Abby Huenink – Free
Relevé, plié, pique, arabesque
My body moves elegantly across the room
Tap, tap, tap
My pointe shoes politely prick the wooden floors
Graceful as a love letter, I leap blissfully as though I am free forever
My leotard is black, but it is full of color to me
It paints a picture as I glide across the stage
A sense of joy fills my body
And I take my bow
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