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A Robin

August 10, 2010
By tennyemaye BRONZE, Avondale, Pennsylvania
tennyemaye BRONZE, Avondale, Pennsylvania
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I dance, I dance the whole night long
But never a penny make
To sell my very arms and legs
Would put my dreams at stake

But if I write the sky is blue
And cheerier than a storm,
They snatch me up with kingly praise
And mold me to their form

O unjust world, O cruel earth!
This place I must call home
There’s not a man wouldn’t sell his heart
And soul to earn your throne

But I, I am a lark, as free
As robin in flower bed
For though his feathers be gray as death
His chest is cherry red


The author's comments:
This poem deals with my confliction with my longing to be a dancer/musical theatre performer and my love for writing. It seems everyone appreciates my writing more, but I often feel that the stage is where my heart is. And it all ties down to the little robin I love who sits outisde in my flower bed.

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