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So, at school we had to make a poem about our passion, and I chose dance: I arrive at dance Excited and glad. I look around the room And get signed in.

The warmup has begun We begin to stretch, “To the left, To the right, Straighten your legs.”

I feel free I feel weightless. I dance my worries off.

The music then starts We go from the start, 1⁄2 an hour passes, Hip hop has begun.

Why is dance easy for some, But h… Read more

I'm over it My minds running, I'm running out of control of it I feel alone when my friends are home and they notice it Don't tell them no cause nobody knows that I struggle with Hurting my left wrist Look I'm scared of it That's why I'm wearing shirts that really don't look good but they cover it Got a grey Nike that doesn't let them see that I'm staining it It's on the inner left side just below the number five cau… Read more