Sleek and slender, slither by and by,
Hold close to one that caught my eye,
I know I've learned enough already,
But please still keep my motions steady.
Something not so perfect is strange, but it is clear,
Why is perfect oh-so-fuzzy whether it be far or near,
Yet being odd, oh what a thing, it's always right before you,
Making choices, judgments, confirming someone is a bore: true.
A simple movement across the floor, so unfairly intoxicating,
Be always with me, by my side, just in case- be waiting,
I take my steps with this grace that was gifted to me,
But if I should ever stumble, trip or fall, there you'll be,
They call me all these lies: moon-child, blessed, or gifted,
I just wanted a grain of truth in the sands I'd sifted,
But why they must lie to me, I've guessed,
Is to keep dancing my best interest,
I know I'm white- but they called me pure-
Is there a difference? Yes, I'm sure,
I know I dance, they say I soar-
Though I've never flown in my life before,
They keep feeding me hyperboles-
To what? Keep my soul at ease?
Now I know I'm different, they say I'm the best,
Oh, come now! Put my soul to rest!
I need to dance, that may be true,
I might as well dance in view,
That makes me a show-off, I suppose,
But I don't want to drown in prose.
Oh watch her glide, the often say,
Fine, I'll let them be that way,
Watch her move with unearthly grace,
(Watch the shame show on my face.)
Still, whatever they may put my through,
One thing holds constant, and that thing is you.
Always there, you see the real me,
And sometimes she's hard to see.