Dance

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn

Up your radio 

Loud.

The singer 

Squeals.  

I start

To stretch

And then

I spin.

If I spin 

So fast 

So 

Long 

Maybe

Just maybe

I will

Become

A 

Dancer.

As I

Dance

I smile.

One thing 

About 

A dancer

That 

Nobody 

Knows 

I do not

Need 

A piece 

Of paper

Or a degree.

I don't even

Need a young

Body and 

Mind.

When 

You are a dancer

You just do.

So as the song

Changes 

To Santigold

Singing

You'll find a way.

I dance.

I smile 

As my hips

Move back 

And forth.

Because 

This dance

Is not for

Talent

Or technique.

It's because 

I feel this

Song 

In my 

Soul.  

And I can't 

Sing 

But

I can 

Dance.....

And I do.