Dancerina

so, so young,
with a mind always at work;
and a heart full of desperation,
craving re-creation, not recreation

my hands harsher than necessary on Barbie Dolls

poor dolls . . . I didn’t mean it, please forgive me

I just didn’t have the heart for child’s play,
and you got in my way

except for that damned Dancerina!

always in my dreams,
even after I abandoned her

she carried some strong and lasting mojo, that one

I learned to dance my way through life
in spite of it all

it had to be her magic,
’cause no one else was teaching me to dance

that’s for damned sure

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