The BLACK Male Ballerina

All of my dance life people told me how I would never make it
How i'm not good enough
How I don't have a dancer body 
How i'm not graceful enough
But I didn't care what others thought 
Dance was my escape
Dancing was all I cared about 
It was all I could think about 
Their words and the struggle I had to go through only made me stronger as a dancer 
It made me who I am today 
A  Black Male  BALLERINA
And I stand for every other black ballerina out there Your weakness can be your  greatest  *strength

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