They teased her with different names,
And she twirled in her ballerinas like a hurricane…
Keeping hopes in her mind,
And walking in those pointed shoes..
She looked in their eyes..
They could feel the strom of her voice, with every step she took in those pointed shoes…
pinning their ego…
And all she could feel is pride!
The wind was fast so her steps,
They tried to stop her,
But they didn’t knew she is the girl in ballerina shoes!