I am poem

I am a city girl who loves ballet
I wonder if I’m good
I hear the quiet sound of the music
I see my feet as pointed as needle
I want to be a famous ballerina
I am a city girl who loves ballet

I pretend I’m famous
I feel my feet squished in my ballet shoes
I touch my blistered feet
I worry that I’ll get an injury
I cry about being injured
I am a city girl who loves ballet

I understand that being famous takes time
I say I will be a famous dancer
I dream about being in every magazine
I try something new everyday
I hope I will be a famous dancer
I am a city girl who loves ballet

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