She’s petite in every sense of the word
Her figure slender,
Her waist thin,
And so short that it seems in a group of children she’d fit in

Take a look at this little lady and you’d swear she was made for ballet
Made to whirl about,
to lose herself
within such beautiful and graceful stepsthat
of which only a ballerina could obtain

You’d imagine her being fragile
but just strong enough
to set ablaze to the stage that she prances on
You’d imagine her doing pirouettes and ballons,
Plies and battements

That’s what you’d imagine when looking at her high cheekbones,
her big doe eyes,
Her small frame,
And soft smile

But here she is,
moving at a rhythm to the hip hop beat,
popping and locking,
setting fire to the floor,
in a way that only she could
Moving with freedom,
not limited to your opinion of what grace is because she has made grace her own

Here she is
Disproving every assumption you might’ve made
Showing you that fragility is not in her blood,
But ferocity is-
And if you’d just take another look,
you’d find that every move she takes so perfectly reflects this

You think you’ve got her all figured out
But just watch as this little lady
Shows you just how wrong you really are