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Misunderstood
February 24, 2021
I was never in it for the claustrophobia, the sequined and fluffy costumes, the miscellaneous water bottles and bobby pins, the too red lipstick, the painful false eyelashes, the even more painful false smiles, the acrobatics, the jazz walks, the never-ending fouette turn sequences, the bitter glances from the wings, the favoritism, the mosh pit energy of award ceremonies. This is not dance. Dance is not a competition. It is story-telling. Musicality. Eye-contact. Relationships. Impulsivity. Freedom. Dance is an art. And I, an artist.
© Anonymous
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I have been a dancer all my life, and while my company does compete, I have never considered us to be "competitive dancers". This poem aims to correct the assumptions about dancers and communicate my love for the artistry encompassed by dance.