Dance

• Ebony Muraca, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

My feet pointed,
Head held high,
I pirouette,
Then leap and fly.
Hair in a bun,
Feet turned out,
Whenever I dance,
I have no doubt.
I dance and dance,
As music plays,
Each move filled with emotion,
As my body sways.
Dance is a poem,
Each movement a word,
Dance is a story,
Each step to be heard.