Dancer

The real hard life of being a dancer.

She floats across the stage

Like a cloud across the sky

But behind the stage,

Her mouth is dry.

 

On the stage she is like a swan

Elegant and graceful.

But she is just a pawn,

Pretending to be an angel.

 

They tell her to be skinny

She works night and day

She needs to be "mini"

They to harshley say.

 

Her life is devoted

To this graceful passion

So once she floated

But now she counts each ration.

 

We look at her and say

Wow she is so beautiful

But for her every day

Is never suitable