My Pale Pink Pointe Shoes

My pointe shoes are pale pink,
I would not take them to Finke.
As I tie up my silky pink ribbons,
I think this would be too hard for gibbons.

I start to dance in my pointe shoes,
I do a set of degagés and tendues.
Emotions rush through my body,
Things I’ve never shown to anybody.

I feel excited because I will learn new things,
I feel as though I have my own set of wings.
I’m flying like a bird, dancing like a swan,
As I dance around with my leotard on.

They give me a big red blister,
I get laughed at by my sister.
My blisters are big and red,
I feel as though my feet are dead.

On the stage my feet have a mind of their own,
My feet are together, the skin and the bone.
My pointe shoes are graceful birds,
My pointe shoes are graceful birds.