Born Into It.

As I am getting
changed to go
to dance class, I
always change
in the corner.
I do not fit
in here, but somehow
made myself fit.
I come for me.
Nobody else.
Sasha. A young
dancer changes a little
way down the isle
from me.
She is perfect.
25. Blond, her stomach
actually goes in.
She comes from money.
Been trained since
she was 4.
Her technique, Perfect.
Her Personality...Ugly.
We file out and warm up.
I am the oldest in the class
at 42.
Sasha, was born into
this world. I am not
sure she even likes it.
Dance.
Me...I have wanted
to be a dancer my whole
Life.
Taught myself in a
Trailer. Danced in alleys.
On clotheslines. In Drainage ditches.
It was my...release.
Usually in dance class Sasha is
the example.
Example of perfection.
Ladies, watch Sasha...Be Sasha.
I am always staying late
working on my technique.
I was never trained.
Today the trainer says
I want to show you
what Passion looks like.
I want this passion in
your dance.
Be this passion. Learn
this Passion and find it.
Everyone looks at Sasha.
The trainer points to me.
come up here Rossa.
I walk up to the front.
Ok he is going to show
us what not to do.
Rossa, I want you
to Dance this dance not
as I have taught you.
But as you  want to
dance it.
I smile. Really?
What about my Technique.
Today..Rossa. Forget Technique.
The music starts and for a
moment i get embarrassed
and mess up.
I want to start again please.
Laughing and smirking
in class towards me.
I close my eyes and
think of me a young leggy
girl living in the trailer
park.
Running from Abuse, Poverty,
Drugs,and violence.
You so have this.
This is your Place.
I Danced so perfect, I felt
God,  lifting my legs
higher than I could normally
get them. A hand on my soul.
This is mine.
when I ended, I looked at Sasha.
She had tears in her eyes.
Later she came up to
me and asked, who trained me.
Where she could get
that Passion. I simply told her.
I Was Born into it.