Ballerina

Dainty little feet

Crammed into shoes

It hurts, she says

“But you don’t want to lose,”

Her father a rock

Stands by her side

Like a much older husband

With a much younger bride

He chose this for her

And she wanted to please him

“Maybe I’ll teach instead”

She would tease him

“A girl should be like this,”

He would say

Cook for her man

And never have to pay

And wear little dresses

And tiny white shoes

And lots of nice makeup

To hide the fresh bruise.

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