Untitled This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Sometimes at night I go into the streets and dance

my legs are dancing through the darkness

my arms are flying through the air

I am not graceful, not beautiful

simply joyful

my body twists and twirls

and my bare feet patter

the darkness conceals my madness

the stars are my audience

I am all alone now

with myself

and maybe a few angels from heaven

they're looking down,

to me

giggling

after all, I never claimed to be graceful

so I laugh with them

flying through the streets

and then with a burst of energy

I sprint and jump

laughing and out of breath

in love with myself




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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