Go on

04/24/2013

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The bobbie pins are digging into your skull
like needles, 
I know. But it doesn't matter.
Your face is already so sweaty
as if it rained, 
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The bodice of your costume is unbearably tight,
like a corset,
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The tutu is itchy
like the chicken pox
I know. But it doesn't matter.
Your toes are covered in blisters
they are bleeding,
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The stage lights are to bright
like the sun,
I know. But it doesn't matter. 
Your shoes  are to covered in rosin
to sticky, 
I know. But  it doesn't matter.
The show must go on.

 


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