Dancing Shoes
By Jaz H
Black
Leather
So very ordinary
Covered in things
Like scratches and holes
I wear them each day
And I dance through their worn out soles
Practice makes perfect
They repeat, they repeat
When I step on that stage I know what they mean
The hard work
The passion
Filling the room
My feet are prancing in those plain old shoes
I love to dance
To dance in my black jazz shoes