Tech lighting

"center, downstage. we need to light your face"

my eyes were greeted to an explosion of light

I blinked, the area around me dissappeared, all that remained was the stagelights

brilliantly illuminating the dancers, catching the minscule footwork details

catching their smiles, their eyes, their passion, the light they projected

absorbed from the stage lights above

It highlighted their struggles, their attempts, their successes

their failures

all showcased on the stage

then an arbrupt plunging to black

"alright we're good. take your spots dancers"

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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