Forced Dreams
Pink, Satin Shoes,
Forced upon her,
Another's dreams,
From another's eyes.
Her mother,
Wants nothing more,
Then to see her own dreams,
In her daughter's eyes.
She wants her daughter's,
Feet,
To cry blood tears,
And her every pirouette,
To light the stage.
And More then anything,
She wishes to force,
The love,
Of Ballet,
In her daughter's eyes.
She works her daughter,
To point of sobs,
And anger fills her face,
As her mother,
Hits her,
Once more,
For losing her balance,
In her left passé.
Crimson Satin shoes,
Stripped from her,
As her mother's dream,
Begins to die.