Rejection with Grace

By , La Crescenta, CA
His name was Ethan
He came, took class
His gangly legs failed to operate
His arms hung dead at his side
I came, took class
Perfectly pointed feet
Immaculately rounded arms,
delicate hands
Watching in horror
As he jete'd across the room
Tripping over his own feet
My turn.
I beamed, my jetes in
A perfect split
I shined
Yet
He was hailed as better
Why?
I'll never know
But the experience
Taught me
To not settle at great
To give one-hundred percent
And to handle rejection with grace.





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cocoloco said...
Nov. 10, 2011 at 12:02 am
I know how you feel.  Just cuz he's a guy doesn't mean he should get the part!!!
 
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