Dance;
Til the feet bleed 
Fleeing the blue eyed monster backstage.
Those snickers and sneers metamorphosing into fear 
The Others not knowing the sun shined 
They are lost in cornfield mazes and labyrinths
No amenity to an identity.
The crowd jeers.
But she is found among the wasted copper fields 
In a war zone,
Dance
When there is no chance,
Dance
When a fog reaches around the audience, to all the more menacing
Dance.
Still all of her companions will never understand, the sprouting blossom seeds in their hand 
Blooming into a sight to see
A tree never ending 
Too strong for muscle fibers 
Too weak for a simple life
She dances with the tadpoles and lily pads at night 
And her austere delicate little ballet shoes 
Make no sound.
Listen 
To the glistening plants that sing a quiet melody at night 
When the moonlight shines with a deadly glow
And the windows she can only call home 
Cleaning with 
 thickened water with a bitter smell 
She lets go
And dances-
Fire and air cannot stop the blood in her veins 
Freedom awakes by her white gentle shoulder side 
No one notices this figure
No one cares
But she's the grain
The salt-
The pillar of the wet dirt earth
And still no one glances
While she dances