My Ballet Shoes
By Nicoletta Z
Published 19 September 2016
They sit in my dance bag
Till Thursday comes around.
I put my ballet shoes on
And all I want to do is dance.
I dance. It’s what I do,
Till my feet hurt.
I am a butterfly,
My wings are light and free.
My feet are well contained.
Ballet class is over now,
Time to take off my shoes,
Once more
Back into my dance bag
Till next Thursday.