Does the pain make you more aware?
There is a price, it cuts deep.
Under the surface the discomfort seeps.
Old wounds that are rubbed raw.
Do they ever heal? They're still sore.
But to achieve grace and make it look easy
you suppress it, cover it, grin and bear it.
These feet have known so much.
Moulded and tortured in the name of art.
They have a story of their own,
each blister, lost toe nail, callous, bruise.
It is unnatural but a dream
each little girl clings to
as with her body to the music she sings to.
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